Shen Weimin used every excuse he could think of to stand guard all day, ensuring Grandma Shen never had a chance to step outside. The same went for Mr. Shen.
He wasn't sure if this meant his grandma had truly dodged the life-or-death crisis. So, once it got dark, he ran back again to bring over a clay pot of chicken that had been stewed until it was perfectly tender.
If he hadn't been worried that his worldly-wise grandparents would notice something was amiss, he would have shamelessly stuck by their side all night, refusing to leave for even a moment.
Fortunately, he had already used an excuse to coax his eldest paternal aunt into coming back for a visit. And tonight, she, their own daughter, was staying with her parents and hadn't left.
The night felt longer than ever. It wasn't until the next morning, when he went to the main house and saw Grandma Shen's rosy complexion, that Shen Weimin finally breathed a silent sigh of relief.
