Zhao Rong rode back to the Zhao Family Fort to see his grandfather first.
Amidst a few old villagers who were tidying up the fishing nets, Zhao Fu, with a kindly smile, asked only a few concerned questions without nagging him excessively.
Having been separated for over a month, the old man seemed not the least bit worried about his safety.
Zhao Rong felt reassured by Zhao Fu's demeanor, yet he couldn't help feeling a touch of disappointment inside.
It wasn't until he went into the house to draw water from the well for washing up that Zhao Fu turned his head to look back at the wooden gate, his eyes brimming with affection.
"Cough cough," a wiry old man in a cotton-padded jacket coughed and asked in confusion, "Boat head, you used to talk about little Rong often, why didn't you chat with him more when you saw him?"
"Yes,"
"It would also be good for us old brothers to hear about the major events in the Jianghu."
