Old Mrs. Xu had just finished tying her apron. As she was about to empty a basin of water, she saw her husband and youngest son walk in, one after the other.
Judging by their expressions, she figured her husband was worried their son was disheartened. Just like always, he had probably intercepted their son on the path to offer some words of comfort.
So, when Xu Dageng asked her to whip up a couple of dishes for him and their son to share a drink, she wasn't the least bit surprised, nor did she hesitate to get started.
"Qingzi! ...Qingzi!..."
"Is that Little Tiger? Changqing is at her uncle's place..." Old Mrs. Xu wiped her hands on her apron as she peeked towards the door, a smile breaking through mid-sentence. "Why'd you bring fish?"
