After the strenuous lunch, Old Zhang's House was visited by a middle-aged couple.
"Laoer, you are quite early today, have you eaten?" Grandma Zhang asked while holding the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man smiled, "Mom, Yinyin and I have already eaten. It's the weekend, so we came over a bit earlier."
"Mom, these are the lilies I saw at the flower shop just now. They looked fresh, so I bought some," the woman in the white dress, holding hands with the middle-aged man, shyly handed the flowers to Grandma Zhang.
"Look at you, coming all this way and still buying things..."
"Quick, put them in water. I always feel like there's a burnt smell at home. Did you smell it?" Elder Zhang took the flowers. "Wife, where's the vase?"
"It's on the dining table," Grandma Zhang said, covering her mouth and giggling.
"I've been wanting to ask, why is there a burnt smell in the house?" the middle-aged man asked while changing his shoes.
