He saw that his son and daughter had returned.
He recalled that morning when An Ping had left in a hurry with the vegetables; now, the two of them coming back that gloomy was definitely a sign of serious trouble.
"How did the matter get handled?" An Shuchao asked anxiously.
"Dad, it's a long story! Can we eat first? I'll explain slowly at the dinner table," An Ping said, exhausted.
"All right, all right. Go and rest first. I'll finish cooking, and we'll eat right away," An Shuchao said as he turned and headed for the kitchen.
"But let me do it." An Hao was more skilled in cooking.
"You go rest," An Shuchao said, looking at his daughter with concern, "Running around while pregnant! You've really gone through a lot."
