Leave some tofu for me!
Mr. Liu had already rushed over, snatching the last half piece of tofu from Mrs. Liu's plate.
"Mmm… this flavor!" Mr. Liu finished it in just two bites, still savoring the lingering taste, reluctant to drink any water.
"Wife... at least call me over! We'll forget about Liu Cheng for now."
Liu Cheng, who didn't get a bite, looked pitifully at his meal box with a bit of soup left inside.
"Dad... you're being too much, I'm here guarding it every day for you!"
The family of three, mocking each other, all felt dejected.
Those who didn't get what they wanted felt unsatisfied, and those who did wanted more.
The three of them sat in a row, staring eagerly at the box in front of them.
The box was empty, clean as if it had been washed eight hundred times.
Mrs. Liu clutched her chest and sighed, "It feels like not just the plate is empty, but my heart as well."
"Mom, at least your stomach isn't empty!"
Scenes like this were playing out in countless homes.
