"I know, he had his own difficulties too. When the great general personally asked him to stay for dinner, he couldn't refuse. But I am still upset, upset that he didn't discuss with me before coming back, upset that he hid it from me..."
Cousin Song Yongyu heard this, hugged Su Xiaowan, and said, "But you shouldn't be so tough on your brother-in-law. It's okay to eat a bit more, but 200 push-ups! That would be exhausting..."
Su Xiaowan pouted and said: "Cousin, don't be scared off by this number. Look at what he does every day—he's always exercising to strengthen his body, to build resistance and flexibility…"
"A few push-ups here and there aren't that big of a deal to him. Plus, I'm not the one who asked him to do it; he did it willingly..."
Cousin Song Yongyu listened, then hurriedly said, "If you didn't ask him to do it, how did you know it was 200?"
Being asked like that, Su Xiaowan embarrassingly replied, "I heard it. He counted out loud and I...I heard it..."
