Hearing his brother-in-law's words, Father Li let out a sigh and said, "Whether they are adopted or not, since they are registered as my third son's children, they are my Li family's children."
"As their grandfather, it's my responsibility to protect them from harm. Even if people often say that it is just some words, the harm done to the children is no less than a physical attack."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he swallowed back his words. While Father Li entertained the relatives, Lu Jueyu and her sisters-in-law were busy in the kitchen.
With Zhang Dongmei and Pan Meijia doing the cooking, Lu Jueyu helped them pick vegetables or wash the ingredients.
Pan Meijia prepared bone soup for lunch, and when it was almost done, she opened the lid. The moment the vapor hit her face, she frowned at the greasy smell. Before she could close the lid back, she suddenly felt nauseous and let out a retch.
