"Wenchen, you keep eating, eat more," Mother Lin guessed that her son-in-law was exhausted and presumed he must have hurried over without rest.
"Alright."
Shen Wenchen nodded before continuing to eat.
Nanzhi, holding Shen Zhiyu, watched him eat and sighed inwardly.
Tonight would likely be difficult.
The whole family was finally all together. Although Lin Yicheng and Lin Ercheng, the two brothers, weren't very familiar with Shen Wenchen, they were still trying to ease the tension with conversation.
Even if their little sister might have to separate from him later, he still seemed decent for now.
A wild chicken weighed only about two pounds, and there were eleven of them, big and small, not to mention they had to feed a sick passenger in the cart. Aside from the children, who each got three pieces of chicken, adults barely got to taste a bite.