Inside the courtyard, the table had already been set with the morning meal, and although the food was simple, it was arranged in a way that tried to make it look presentable.
Grandpa Fu sat down first with a quiet sigh, while Grandma Fu lowered herself beside him, her expression already showing impatience.
Uncle Fu was also present, seated at the side, but he remained unusually silent, his face unreadable as he simply watched everything unfold without saying a word.
Aunt Fu came out from the kitchen carrying the last pot of food, and although she placed it on the table, her movements were stiff, and it was clear that she was already in a bad mood.
Fu Jia followed behind her slowly, dragging her feet as she took her seat, her expression unwilling and tired, as though she had already had enough of the morning.
Li Manman stepped out last.
