Yes, Tang Yuxin certainly couldn't deny it, but she felt she had really lost too much, having given away liquor and now having to provide a meal as well.
"Let's go," the old man had decided he was going to freeload a meal at Yuxin's house, and if the food was good, then he would just eat there from now on.
There were not many people in the Tang Family, and now with the addition of the old man, there were still several empty seats at the table. The old man sat upright and proper, and he might be the only one who could actually enjoy his meal, while the others could only manage to swallow their food bitterly.
Of course, there was another one, Chengcheng, who buried his little face in his bowl, constantly stuffing rice into his little mouth, still unaware of the sorrows of youth.
And his good appetite was contagious to the old man too, who also devoured two bowls of rice with gusto.
He had decided that from now on, he would freeload at Tang Zhinian's house for meals.
