It was only then that everyone noticed, Old Master Lian still had more than half a bowl of rice left, and the two white steamed buns remained untouched. While everyone else's lips were greasy from eating, Old Master Lian's lips were dry.
Lady Zhou swallowed the large piece of pork fat and translucent noodles into her mouth and turned to glance at Old Master Lian. He sat with his back to the window, presenting only his profile to everyone.
Lady Zhou took Lady He's bowl, fiercely scooped a small half-bowl of mixed rice from the pot and handed it to Lady He, then took away Old Master Lian's uneaten white rice and buns from the table and placed them beside her leg.
Old Master Lian leaving the table in the middle didn't affect everyone's appetite; the last large pot of rice and all the dishes on the table were eaten up. Lian Shouyi and Lady He still mumbled about not being full.
Lady Zhou looked at the bare bottom of her bowl, secretly glad she had saved half of the food on the side.
