It didn't take long for Jiang Fengwei to bring all the dishes to the table, including oil-braised prawns, tomato beef brisket, braised lamb, chopped pepper fish head... seven dishes and a soup in total, except for the fried meatballs that had no salt added.
Jiang Yan rubbed his forehead, "Making so much that the two of us can't finish, why don't we give some to the neighbors across the street?"
"This..."
Jiang Fengwei hesitated a bit; he had bought all these to make for his son, many of which he usually was reluctant to buy, giving them to someone else... it felt a bit painful.
"They even gave you meat buns, it's only right to repay the favor, isn't it?"
It was a valid point, but what Jiang Yan didn't know was that a few months back, the old man from across the street had fainted suddenly, and Jiang Fengwei had coincidentally been coming back from a walk and carried the man to the nearby hospital in time. Not only was he saved, but also serious consequences were avoided.
