It's a well-documented fact that across the entire country, only Northeasterners eat canned fruit when they get sick.
In this day and age, canned fruit was a mandatory gift for any formal visit. If a child caught a cold, their parents would buy them a jar of Peach Cans, and the cold would basically be cured. You could say it was more effective than any medicine.
"Brother Chengguo," Zhao Jun said, pushing two jars of canned fruit over. "I came by for a visit, but I didn't bring much—just these for you."
"My brother!" Zhou Chengguo grabbed Zhao Jun's hand, his eyes instantly turning red. This iron-willed man was so choked with emotion he couldn't speak.
Seeing this, Zhao Jun quickly tried to calm him. "Brother Chengguo, you just got out of the hospital. Don't get too worked up."
Zhou Chengguo nodded repeatedly. Suddenly remembering something, he looked up at Eldest Sister-in-law Zhou and said, "Hurry, get a meal ready. Go to the little store and get something nice for my brother."
