"Considering Brother Weiguo's age, there should be a child in the house, right?" Tang Zheng asked, puzzled, "He has never mentioned it."
"Ahh, that's the eldest son. Since Weiguo went to jail, the boy felt humiliated and went to the city to find work." Sister-in-law Lin mentioned her eldest son, her face full of worry, "Now he's getting old, and there's no significant other in sight."
Tang Zheng remained silent. Twenty minutes later, Sister-in-law Lin had already quickly and efficiently served dinner.
"It's plentiful, but we don't need the alcohol." Tang Zheng looked at the dishes on the table, smilingly called Little Stone to eat together, the young lad's eyes glued to the stir-fried pork betrayed his hunger.
"I'm not hungry." Stone contradicted himself, swallowing hard, so loud that even he felt embarrassed.
