Fu Yan's heart ached, she hurriedly dodged their gaze, not daring to look at them.

Fu Jing gave her a complicated look. Huo Jing'shuo saw this and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Don't keep staring at Fu Yan, okay?"

After being reminded, Fu Jing immediately realized that he couldn't let Fu Yan be discovered. He withdrew his gaze and coldly pulled away from Huo Jing's hand.

Huo Jing's eyes turned red, and she glared at Fu Yan with a wronged expression.

Recently, after Li Qin appeared, Fu Yanli noticed a slight change in the expression of Old Master Huo. It was fleeting, and if she hadn't been so sharp, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Old Master Huo smiled faintly, "Xiao Qin has returned."

"Knowing it's your birthday today, I came to join you for a meal. Grandfather wouldn't mind, would he?"

Li Qin and Huo Mingzheng walked forward one after the other. Li Qin took a few steps forward and presented the gift.

“How come,” Old Master Huo smiled, signaling the butler to take the gift but not opening it. He looked at Li Qin and said, “Didn’t you often come when you were little? Of course, I welcome you.”

That's true.

When Fu Yan came to the Huo family, Li Qin often went in and out of here. It was said that Li Qin's parents died when she was young, and she lived with her uncle, who was close to Huo Gongguan.

But she remembered that when they were young, Huo Mingzheng didn't pay much attention to Li Qin. Later, she didn't know how they became his girlfriend.

Li Qin smiled back at Huo Mingzheng, the love in her eyes almost overflowing. "Grandpa said he welcomes me," she said.

Huo Mingzheng's lips curled slightly. He stood a forearm's distance away from Fu Yan, her cool fingertips seeming to touch the man's warm back. She retracted her hand as if struck by lightning.

There was quite a commotion. Song Qing霜 looked at her hand suspiciously and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan shook her head, unable to resist Song Qing's curiosity, so she had to say, "It seems like a mosquito bit my hand."

"Mosquitoes?" Song Qing霜 frowned. "How could there be mosquitoes on such a cold day?"

"Do mosquitoes hibernate?" Fu Yan intentionally changed the subject.

At a distance neither near nor far, the man slightly raised his lip corner, not knowing what Li Qin had said to him.

Song Qing霜 thought about it for a while, but couldn't come up with an answer. She looked annoyed and said, "How would I know? Who cares about this?"

Elder Huo stood up with his cane, "Don't all stand there, have breakfast."

A crowd streamed out of the front hall and into the dining room.

The number of people for breakfast and the family dinner was about the same. The restaurant had three small round tables set up, accommodating all the members of the Ho family.

On the seat, Du Xinrui smiled and asked, "Li Qin is back this time, isn't she staying for good?"

Li Qin was a guest, sitting beside Huo Mingzheng. She raised her eyes to look at the man beside her, letting out an "Mmm" sound, with light in her eyes, "Not leaving."

Fu Yan's hand slipped, the spoon clattered into the bowl with a loud *ding*. Luckily, the steward had told the maid to come up early, which muffled the sound.

"What's wrong with you? You seem so out of it this morning." Song Qing霜 said to her in a low voice.

The butler personally served a bowl of longevity noodles, smiling and saying, “Grandpa, this was made by the second young master himself. You must finish it.”

"Oh?" Old Master Huo was taken aback and smiled, asking Huo Mingzheng, "When did you learn to cook, Aze?"

Li Qin was also curious, "Yeah, I don't know either."

He Mingzheng slowly spread out his napkin and said lightly, "Making some noodles is nothing difficult."

At another table not far away, Fu Yan was also surprised. In the two years they had been together, she had never seen Huo Mingzheng cook.

(Editor in charge：howl's moving castle novel)