Every family has its challenges. Here, even Mr. Zhang is lying on the bed at night with furrowed brows, taking a few hard puffs of his pipe. Thinking of what his eldest brother said, he feels frustrated too.
Mother Zhang brought in a bowl of rice porridge, urging him to drink it quickly.
Mr. Zhang was amused by his wife's antics and laughed, "Drinking rice porridge can cure a cold, I can believe that. But to think rice porridge can ease my worries... Darling, this isn't some kind of worry-free soup."
Seeing him smile, Mother Zhang chuckled and said, "Don't underestimate it. This truly is a worry-free soup! Think about it, pure white rice, how precious! What's better than having extra grain? My father named my eldest brother Youliang, and second brother Yuliang, hoping his descendants would always have extra grain."
Mr. Zhang thought of his father-in-law and laughed heartily too.
