Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He held the bowl to his nose and carefully sniffed at it. Then he stretched his arm.

Relaxing his fingers, he dropped the bowl with the Yangchun noodles on the ground with a loud thud.

The living room was silent all at once. Xia Yehua stood rooted to the ground, flabbergasted.

The noodles were now all over the floor, and the soup in the bowl had even splashed on her dress.

Yet she stood there as though she felt nothing, staring straight at Shen Zihao.

Clasping his hands together, Shen Zihao’s eyes took in more of the surroundings before he casually remarked, “Oh, I forgot to mention that the food that I hate most now is Yangchun noodles.”

Shen Liangchuan glowered and took a step forward. He was about to say something when Xia Yehua and Qiao Lian both grabbed his arm and held him back.

Seeing the expression on Shen Liangchuan’s face, Qiao Lian was very certain that he had run out of patience and was going to give the rascal a beating.

Shen Zihao, on the other hand, acted as though he hadn’t noticed Shen Liangchuan’s reaction and instead, turned around and sat on the dining chair.

Glaring at him steadily, Xia Yehua paused for a moment before she asked in a calm and collected manner, “What would you like to eat then?”

“Anything is ok.”

With this, Xia Yehua went back to the kitchen and worked hard for another half an hour before she reappeared, this time with a Western-style breakfast and a traditional Chinese breakfast.

Shen Zihao took a look at the two sets of breakfast and tapped his fingers on the table top a few times.

During that whole time, no one spoke a single word.

The atmosphere had become awkward and oppressive.

Qiao Lian glanced first at Shen Zihao, then at Xia Yehua and finally at Shen Liangchuan. He was standing there silently and did not speak a word.

It was obvious that Shen Zihao was still full of resentment about his mother having left him. The best that they could do now was let time heal the emotional wounds.

Song Yuanxi was also smart enough to just watch quietly, without drawing any attention to herself.

Seeing that Shen Zihao ultimately did not pick up his chopsticks, Xia Yehua finally spoke, “Zihao, is the food not to your taste?”

Shen Zihao raised an eyebrow and stood up. He sneered, “Not really, it’s just that I’m suddenly not hungry anymore.”

Xia Yehua immediately looked anxious. “Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat a little. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health. Health is what enables you to do great things. All these years, no matter how busy your brother was, he would still eat his breakfast—”

At her remark, Zihao shut his eyes and snapped, “I said I’m not eating! Why do you care?”

Xia Yehua paused for a moment and let out a deep sigh.

Shen Zihao laughed derisively as he walked to the door to leave her apartment.

As much as she couldn’t bear to see him go, Xia Yehua did nothing to stop him, but she did say, “Zihao, this is your home too, you can come by any time, okay?”

The man paused for a moment and turned around. With a scowl he said, “Sure.”

After he had said this, the atmosphere slightly lightened up.

Wistfully, Xia Yehua saw him to the door with Shen Liangchuan and Qiao Lian behind her.

As Zihao got onto the car, Song Yuanxi suddenly spoke, “Mr Shen…”

Shen Zihao stopped and turned around looking a little puzzled, as though just realizing the presence of this person.

Song Yuanxi glance once at Xia Yehua and smiled. “It’s such a rare opportunity for you two to meet, why don’t you take a photo together?”

Her words struck a chord with Xia Yehua.

She stood there looking at her younger son expectedly.

Shen Zihao frowned impatiently. “I’m not interested!”

Immediately, Shen Liangchuan stepped forward and held his brother back by the shoulder. “We’ll take a photo. The three of us.”

The force in Shen Liangchuan’s action didn’t seem to offer a choice.

Xia Yehua smiled and quickly walked over to her two sons.