The wooden dining table was worn to the point of being somewhat shiny. On the table was a bowl of plain noodles, which had congealed into a lump, and the cold soup had a sheen of oil.
Chen Tiefeng picked up a bite with his chopsticks, swallowed it after barely chewing, but it tasted very bland. He sighed softly.
At this time, his son was happily playing on his phone in the room, occasionally letting out a few silly laughs, which made Chen Tiefeng feel a bit irritable, as if his heart was stuffed with a water-soaked cotton ball.
His gaze shifted to a model ship placed on the TV cabinet—it was the "Explorer 3," made to a scale of 1:100.
He took a few more bites, stood up, and silently walked to the TV cabinet, picking up the model ship.
A small piece of the white paint on the hull had flaked off, a mishap from the last time he was looking for information. He had tried to touch it up with nail polish, but the color never matched.
