Guilt-ridden Zhu Qianying busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous dinner for the family in the evening.
This time, not only did the little boy and the smaller one eat to their hearts' content, but Yan Han and his wife also had more to eat than usual.
"Ying'er, if you keep cooking like this at home, it won't be long before I'll need to go on a diet,"
Although in her seventies, Madame Yan had maintained an excellent figure, with a curvature in all the right places and a noticeable absence of the usual loose, flabby flesh common in the elderly.
Before Zhu Qianying could respond, Yan Bo glanced at Madame Yan and said, "Gaining a little weight is fine, I won't mind it a bit."
Madame Yan rolled her eyes, "Going bald is also fine, and I won't mind that either. Do you want to try going bald?"
The familial banter between the two old men was something that Zhu Qianying, Yan Han, and even the little boy and the smaller one had gotten used to.
