Sheng Shiwu thought his parents would ask him where he got the braised donkey meat, but they didn't.
He had spent the entire walk home racking his brain for an excuse, but now it seemed he didn't need one.
Instead of feeling disappointed, Sheng Shiwu was relieved. "Dad, Mom, enjoy your meal. I'm going to go wash up."
Mr. Sheng knew perfectly well that his younger son had brought the dish from Jiaojiao's house, so he made a point not to ask.
As for Mrs. Sheng, her mind was completely preoccupied with her daughter. It wouldn't have mattered if her son had brought home dragon meat, let alone donkey meat; it wouldn't have captured her attention.
The bellyful of anger Mr. Sheng felt toward his daughter was instantly dispelled by the braised donkey meat. In reality, it was the sentiment from Gu Jiaojiao that truly soothed him.
"Cui Ping, you didn't eat dinner. Come have some of this braised meat. It smells absolutely fragrant.
