"Behave yourself in a moment. Or I’ll smack you again!" Wang Lan’s expression grew increasingly stern as she spoke.
Ning Ji felt a deep pang in his heart.
He couldn’t help but recall the past.
When they were children, Ning Zhuo would often play around and forget mealtime. By the time he returned, only cold leftovers remained on the table.
"Who told you to come back so late? Hehe, you’re out of luck now." Ning Ji, full and satisfied, would taunt him from his seat.
Ning Zhuo would stick out his tongue, sit down, and just as he reached for the food with his chopsticks—smack.
Wang Lan’s chopsticks struck, knocking Ning Zhuo’s chopsticks to the ground.
"Such poor manners!" Wang Lan’s gaze was icy. "Your fingers are filthy. Have you forgotten the rules I taught you? Go wash your hands!"
"Yes." Face pale, Ning Zhuo nodded hastily, leaving his seat with a hand on his stinging knuckles as he ran out to wash.
With this delay, the dinner bell sounded.
"Time’s up, clear the table. Oh, poor Zhuo has nothing to eat now!" Ning Ji clapped his hands in schadenfreude.