Liu Xiaohua watched as Lin Chuxia ate the last piece of braised pork and even burped contentedly, then suddenly broke down crying and ran away.
Aunt Liu's face turned dark with anger, but she was helpless and worried about her daughter, so she hurriedly chased after her.
The guy beside them shook his shoulders even more violently.
"If you want to laugh, just laugh openly. Your head is buried in the food bowl, aren't you uncomfortable?" Lin Chuxia tidied up the lunch box and put it back into the bag.
As soon as the mother and daughter left, the brother raised his head, his smile deepening the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
Seeing Lin Chuxia seemed embarrassed, "Big sister, I'm really not laughing at you."
"It's okay to laugh. After all, I'm also helpless facing people like that," Lin Chuxia shrugged.
