"Hey! Son, what are you doing?"
"Mom misses you! What? You miss Mom too? You sent me oral liquid again."
"Aiya, you're spending money recklessly again. The effect of that oral liquid is indeed better than in China. My waist doesn't feel sore anymore after drinking it, and my hair has turned black."
"I know you are filial. Your father and I are fine at home. You have to take care of your health when you're outside. Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Go ahead with your work. I won't disturb you from work."
Zhang Chunhua shouted at the top of her lungs, as if the phone transmission signal was unstable and needed to be made up for with her voice.
The people sitting in the small restaurant were basically regular customers who came for the taste. They had heard a little about Zhang Chunhua's son's situation.
