He is probably angry with me.

"Pa!" The chopsticks in Lu Xiangdong's hand fell on the table.

"What's wrong with teacher? Is it ... That the food doesn't suit your taste?"

"Young master ... Is usually alone at home," Lu Xiangdong asked the servant."How's his appetite ...?"

The maid thought for a moment and said,"this, how should I put it?" Young master used to be a little picky about food. If we didn't make good food, he would lose his temper, but now ... He rarely says what he wants to eat, what the kitchen makes, what he eats. Young master doesn't care about food at all now. Now, young master spends more time reading books, and every meal he eats is quickly finished. "

Lu Xiangdong's heart suddenly felt as if it had been squeezed tightly, and he felt bitter and uncomfortable. His son used to be particularly picky about food and would not eat anything that did not suit his appetite. But now, he was no longer picky in this aspect.