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Lu Jingzhi quickly intervened, insisting that Zhang Ji Niang should not serve him. "No, Auntie, I can serve myself. It's not like I'm a stranger."
Sang Yu heard Lu Jingzhi's words and laughed. "Right, you're not a stranger. Go ahead and serve yourself then."
Sang's father glared at Lu Jingzhi, fuming with indignation. "How shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
"What does having a face matter? Can it be eaten?" Lu Jingzhi retorted as he marched into the kitchen, serving himself a bowl of porridge. He flashed a grin at Sang Yu and then unceremoniously grabbed a fried dough stick from the table, taking a big bite.
Sang's father stared blankly at the last fried dough stick in Lu Jingzhi's hand. Noticing Sang's father's gaze, Lu Jingzhi glanced at the dough stick and, suppressing his heartache, asked, "Uncle, do you want some?"
Sang's father looked at the half-eaten dough stick and snorted coldly. "You can eat it; who would want what you leave behind?"
Sang Yu watched the two with amusement. "What’s there to fight over for one fried dough stick? So childish!" She picked up a soup dumpling and placed it on Sang's father's plate. "Here, eat this instead. If you want fried dough sticks, we can buy more later."
With his wife personally serving him, Sang's father couldn't help but smile brightly at her. "Thank you, dear!"
At that moment, Sang Yu came down from upstairs and was surprised to see Lu Jingzhi sitting at their dining table eating breakfast. "Why are you here so early?" she asked with wide eyes.
"I couldn't sleep, so I got up early," he replied. He certainly couldn't tell her father that he missed her and wanted to pick her up sooner.
"Sit down; I'll get you a bowl of porridge," Lu Jingzhi said as he dashed back to the kitchen to serve Sang Yu.
Sang's father felt a sense of relief watching this scene unfold. At least this kid knew how to behave.
Not wanting to be outdone, Sang's father said, "Da Bao, this is your dad's favorite soup dumpling from that place you love. Eat up!"
"Thanks, Dad," she replied before glancing back at Lu Jingzhi in the kitchen. "Can you please stop calling me Da Bao? I'm not a child anymore." She felt embarrassed hearing Lu Jingzhi call her that.
"No matter how old you get, you're still my daughter! Even when you're seventy or eighty, I'll still call you that," Sang Yu insisted once again.
Just as they finished breakfast, Lu Jingzhi subtly signaled Sang Yu to hurry up, but she didn’t understand what he meant.
Lu Jingzhi had no choice but to take out his phone and quietly gesture toward her.
This time Sang Yu understood what he was hinting at when she saw the WeChat message: "Baby, let’s go," followed by a pitiful emoji.
Sighing with resignation, she smiled back at him. She knew she had been putting him through a lot lately. Standing up, she addressed her parents: "Dad, Mom, we're heading out now; we need to clean the house." It was true; they hadn’t lived in the rental for nearly a month and needed to tidy up before moving in.
"Why are you going so early? School doesn't start for several days yet; just go one day earlier," Sang's father remarked.
Sang Yu gave Sang's father a light smack on the arm. "Enough already! School starts soon; if the kids want to go, let them go! Why do you have so many objections?" She shot him an exasperated look, urging him to back off. This old man had been overly protective lately, constantly stopping their daughter from going out while keeping an eye on them whenever they wanted to talk. Now that she was about to start school again, he still wanted to interfere—how ridiculous!
Sang's father looked at Sang Yu with a sense of grievance. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. Everything he did was for his daughter, wasn’t it?
“Go on, take your time to tidy up,” Sang Yu said gently to Sang Yu and Lu Jingzhi.
This time, Sang's father didn’t dare to stop them. He cast a resentful glance at Lu Jingzhi as he drove away with his precious daughter.
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