Wang Yougui was walking right in front with Tan Juguo and family behind. Yang Ping and his family were also present.
Despite his old age, Tan Juguo's pace was brisk.
"Grandpa, why are you walking so fast? I almost can't catch up!" a fat lad exclaimed.
Tan Juguo said with a boisterous laugh, "That's because you lack motivation! Look at that darn kid, Wang Yougui, and that Yang Ping. All of them are running like they were flying. If we aren't fast enough, we might not even get to drink the broth."
"Dad, why are you… It's just a bowl of Laba Congee. Is there a need to do this?" a middle-aged man said with a laugh.
A woman beside the man echoed, "That's right. Although you are strong for your age, you shouldn't be competing with youngsters. Tan Yong, why don't we do this. Since Dad wants to drink Laba Congee, why don't you walk faster and bring one back for him?"
