Chapter 8: It’s a Pity the Neighbors Aren’t Spies
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"Dinner's ready!" Qin's Mom knocked on Qin Guanglin's door, and after a moment, he came out of his room.
"You're always dawdling, never eager even for meals." Qin's Mom muttered as she placed the clean dishes and chopsticks on the table.
He Fang was bringing out the last dish and casually said, "Wash your hands first."
Qin Guanglin looked at Qin's Mom, then at He Fang, and inexplicably felt the scene was unusually harmonious.
"What are you spacing out for?" Seeing him dawdling, Qin's Mom got a bit annoyed. "After washing your hands, serve rice to He Fang."
Turning her head, He Fang was already by the pot with a bowl. Qin's Mom lightly slapped Qin Guanglin again before turning around, "Let me do it, let me do it. He Fang, you sit first."
"It's okay, you eat first." He Fang said, as she served a bowl and placed it at the head of the table.
"My appetite is small, so I eat..." Qin's Mom started to say but then saw the bowl was only half full of rice and swallowed the rest of her words.
She glanced at He Fang with a bit of surprise; her appetite was very stable, eating about the same amount every meal, at most just a few extra bites of vegetables, but never more rice.
He Fang served another heaping bowl of rice, caught Qin's Mom's gaze and paused for a moment, placing the rice on the table with a smile, "At home, I always serve the rice, it's a habit. You go ahead and eat, if it's not enough I'll serve more."