Back home, Song Sancheng began another round of hustle and bustle.
His memory was no longer as good as when he was younger, so to ensure nothing could go wrong, he had to listen over and over to the beekeeper's instructions on his mobile phone before he started preparing.
Song Youde, hearing that his granddaughter was going to keep bees, hurried over after lunch to take a look. Seeing Song Sancheng still cutting asbestos tiles, he couldn't help but show his disdain:
"Look at you, why are you dilly-dallying so? Shouldn't you set up the beehive first?"
Upon hearing this, Song Tan knew that her grandfather was just giving ignorant orders.
Sure enough, as Song Sancheng huffed and puffed with his work, he said, "Dad, don't make things more difficult. The beekeeper said that a rain shield needs to be placed on top of the beehive, I'm cutting this whole asbestos tile to cover it precisely."
Song Youde felt embarrassed by his incorrect directions:
