Old Master Zhao woke from his nap and was delighted to see Zhao Yulan and Chuxia sitting outside. "Your mother was just talking about you this morning," he said. "She guessed that if you weren't too busy, you might come home, and sure enough, you did."
"Dad, you just got up and didn't even put on an extra piece of clothing. What if you catch a cold and get a headache? Who would suffer then?" Zhao Yulan muttered as she went into the house, returning with a black jacket to put on Old Master Zhao. "As the saying goes, 'bundle up in spring and dress warmly in autumn.' Especially as we get older, we have to be more careful."
Old Master Zhao chuckled. "Still my little girl, caring and attentive."
The old lady gave him a look. "At your age, you should know how to take care of yourself without making sarcastic comments. Do you have any shame?"
Zhao Yulan laughed as she defended her father. "Mom, are you upset because you think I have outdone you and are looking for a way to save face?"
