Han Aoyu's wife also loved durians. In the past, when durians were cheap in the summer, Old Madam Han always stocked up some at home. When Han Aoyu smelled it, he couldn't even eat his food.
Zhong Buhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Of course." He looked at the old Han Aoyu and thought to himself, Old Master must be missing Madam a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't stare at the durians in the fruit section in a daze, every time he went to the supermarket.
"Speaking of which, Duanfang's death anniversary is coming soon. Call Zhanzhan and ask if he will be coming back to visit his grandmother this year."
Zhong Buhui replied, "When has Zhanzhan not returned?"
Han Aoyu shook his head. "It's different this year. There are many things to do after getting married."
"Let me ask him then."
