Fu Hanzheng had always been a man of few words. With Fu Shiqin and Fu Shiyi at the dinner table, he would not be too quiet.
But the two men were not here, so the atmosphere was very quiet when only the three of them were eating at the same table.
Fu Shengying coughed and threw a look at Mrs. Fu, asking her to talk.
Mrs. Fu pursed her lips, picked up some food for Fu Hanzheng and said with a gentle voice, "Hanzheng, how is work?"
"It is fine," Fu Hanzheng answered briefly.
"There was nothing in the fridge just now, what about asking the chef to come over? Your stomach has always been bad, you will get sick if you don't pay attention to your food." Mrs. Fu tried to persuade him.
"No need, I am fine." Fu Hanzheng sounded calm.