Liao Kai returned home in a foul mood, and Zhao Wenjin noticed it, "Let's go have dinner."
It seemed that Zhang Zhaodi and her husband must have said something quite unfriendly, probably infuriating someone half to death.
"Let's go, let's eat out."
"I also admire your daughter, eating so many delicious foods outside for so many days, I feel like my stomach can't keep up with the pace."
"In the end, she said she wanted to eat roast duck." Although she had promised to treat the kids to roast duck, just thinking of such a greasy bird made Zhao Wenjin's stomach churn, truly a bit too much to handle.
Having been quite depressed, hearing that there would be roast duck to eat suddenly made his mood a lot better, "Roast duck is good."
"Our daughter has tastes like me," Liao Kai said, very excitedly.
"The food in the south is delicious, and the presentation is very nice."
