"But I think it's necessary for you to come over every day.
Zhang Ma, who manages the kitchen at the old Rong Family house, is very good at using traditional medicine to make soup. Your health isn't great, so come over and have a bowl every day.
I'll arrange for a driver to pick you up and drop you off. Don't find it bothersome."
Lin Xinlan paused, and Rong Shaoze put down his chopsticks and said, "Mom, didn't we agree..."
"We did agree. I didn't say she had to stay here and not go back; I just want her to come over once a day. Is even that too much to ask of you?"
"It's not that. It's just that going back and forth is a hassle. Don't you find it troublesome? If you want to nourish her body, you could let Zhang Ma come to my place. Once Xinlan's health has improved, she can then come back."
"Your grandfather and father are used to eating the food Zhang Ma prepares. If you take her away, who will cook for them?"
Rong Shaoze was at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.
