Ye Zi'an saw how troubled Yang Dachuan looked and said, "Didn't Auntie make a lot of dishes? Why don't we send some over? If you don't want to see them, let them eat at home."
"Yeah, Xiaxia, how about that?" Yang Dachuan eagerly asked. He felt caught between his father and daughter, but Brother An had a good idea.
Yang Chuxia glanced at her father, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Alright, I'll ask my mother to prepare the dishes later, and I'll deliver them. You go tell my grandpa and let him not worry about those two heartless people."
"Huh? You're going to deliver it?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with me delivering it? I'm giving them face." Yang Chuxia thought that if someone else delivered it, they might have to deal with the couple's arrogance.
Yang Dachuan, however, wondered if his daughter's attitude toward that family would cause her to rather throw the food away than let them eat it. Would it still end up in their hands? Wouldn't that just waste food?'
