Gu Wenheng didn't understand the underlying meaning. "If that's the case, then pick out more tonics, like dried seafood."
Jin Qianqian held back a laugh and said, "I used to see my father-in-law always staring at the hairpins on my mother-in-law's head. I suppose he likes seeing her dress up. I'll send more over so she can wear a different one every day without repeating. It'll also let my father-in-law know our filial piety."
Gu Wenheng was speechless. He figured his father would just suffer from heartburn every day. With one spouse bedridden and the other dressing up glamorously every day, the psychological contrast would be too great.
"...Then send more dried seafood back. It's just that patients probably shouldn't eat too much of it, so remember to mention that in the letter." Gu Wenheng suddenly realized he was being a bit unkind, but he couldn't help himself.
