Ji Anning's heart tightened. She quickly pulled both of her bowls to the side, then slightly leaned her body and used her arm to shield the bowls.
Fearing that Ji Chicheng would place that shrimp into her bowl.
"Young Master suddenly seems to really like eating shrimp," she remarked.
Just then, Aunt Wu came out of the kitchen with a pot of soup, smiling gently as she said to the patriarch, "And now he also drinks bone broth."
The patriarch was very pleased upon hearing this, "Then make more of it in the future, buy the ones that are still jumping around, and prepare some broth for him at night too, he always stays up late."
His favoritism and concern for his youngest son were always blatant. Everyone was very calm about it.
Those who felt it was unfair and wanted to complain could only do so in their hearts.
"Understood," Aunt Wu nodded, then withdrew from the dining room.
