"Ah!" Peng Chunlai, delighted, placed two bottles of wine on the table and took a seat beside Grandpa Peng's bed-stove.
Grandpa Peng glanced at him, said nothing, and then turned to ask Tang Zelin.
"How's the chief's health?"
Tang Zelin smiled, "Great, he's still training me every day."
"You always come all this way to see this old man, it must interfere with your work."
"Not at all, I'm on leave. I can't stand sitting around at home, it's comforting to chat with you."
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Peng felt gratified. Tang Zelin was a good lad; anything he said sounded pleasant. His heavy expression from when he first arrived had also cleared up a lot.
