During dinner, Song Yitang made a point of placing the stewed cabbage with glass noodles in front of Xue Futai, hoping he would eat more.
The serious atmosphere from the room earlier hadn't extended to the dinner table. The two elderly gentlemen praised Song Yitang's cooking skills endlessly, while only Xue Qing seemed out of sorts.
Finally, after the meal, Xue Qing helped Song Yitang clean up the dishes, seizing the moment when the elders were absent to muster the courage to ask his question.
"Boss... Is my grandpa not going to last much longer?"
Song Yitang had anticipated his question; her hands did not stop moving, and her expression remained calm.
"Grandpa Xue is blessed by the heavens, and besides, both my master and I are here, so you don't need to worry too much."
During the meal, Song Yitang had already made plans to search for methods to cleanse the body of toxins within her space.
