Jian Qing was at a loss for words and pushed him away, "Go cook your fish porridge."
There's no way to have a decent chat today.
On learning that he could cook meat in the evening, Quan Jingwu cheerfully set to making porridge.
After the two had finished breakfast and went to the living room, they found that Bai Jue and the others were not there.
"Grandpa, where are Luoluo and the others?"
"They have gone out, apparently to watch a car race," said the old gentleman, arranging the chessboard.
"Jingwu, come play a few rounds with me."
Quan Jingwu sat down with Jian Qing and played chess with Grandpa.
Afterwards, the sound of Grandpa regretting his moves echoed through the living room from time to time.
...
It was fast becoming dark after the car race.
Upon exiting the racetrack, Jian Luo still had traces of excitement on his face.
"That was so exciting; I wish I'd participated."
