"This kid, how can he do things so haphazardly now?" The old man frowned and scolded, "If he doesn't say anything, how would anyone know what this is?"
At this moment, the old lady had already asked, "What is it that you sent?"
Zhao Dingli was just waiting for someone to ask him.
If no one asked, and he spoke up himself, it would just seem so out of place and kill the mood.
Luckily, the old lady asked, and Zhao Dingli quickly said, "It's chicken soup that Xiao Yun made for me, to nurture my stomach."
"Xiao Yun insisted on making soup for me. Got up at dawn, I didn't even know." Zhao Dingli resolutely absorbed the experiences and lessons of the third elder and Zhao Gushen, explaining in advance, "By the time I saw it, she had already made it. I had to talk and persuade her before she was willing to step back and decided to make it for me again over the weekend."
"She's so tired. It's really breaking my heart," Zhao Dingli said.
The old lady: "..."
The old man: "..."
