When Chang Le heard this, he recalled what Chang Jianghe had told him back then. His tears couldn't help but flow down his cheeks. At the same time, he nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Dad. I'll eat more. I will be strong and healthy. You eat too. Let's eat together."
"I will…" Chang Jianghe chuckled. As usual, he would leave the dumpling filling behind, eat the skin, and pass the dumpling filling to Chang Le. He then said, "This filling has too much of a cloying taste. I can't eat it. Lele, eat…"
Chang Le cried and ate…
Fangzheng watched from the side and sighed. He pressed his palms together. "Amitabha…"
In the end, Fangzheng silently retreated and turned to disappear at the end of the street.
"Master, why are you crying?" Salted Fish asked along the way.
