"Fourth Uncle, Grandpa and Grandma went to work in the fields this morning without having breakfast, and now that you have something to eat, how can you eat alone? Grandma almost lost her life giving birth to you, and even if she did something wrong, you can't treat her like this!"
Xiao Fu, with hands on hips, accused Tan Zhenghong.
He tried his best, but still couldn't control his eyes, which kept glancing over towards the chicken soup.
Since the division of the Old Tan Family, one thing after another had happened, life had become increasingly straitened, and eating meat was a luxury.
There wasn't a drop of oil in his stomach; the smell of meat made him lose control.
That chicken soup was particularly fragrant; he could smell it from a distance.
He barely managed to think up this excuse, and fortunately, his Fourth Uncle hadn't finished all of it yet.
Tan Zhenghong furrowed his brows, was this insinuating that he was unfilial?
