Jiang Changhai was somewhat surprised, he hadn't expected Laosan to be so capable now, but he happily took it in his hands, "In this blazing heat, I was just thinking about drinking something cool."
He wasn't lacking food, but it was proper for relatives to have exchanges, and he didn't want the others to think that they were entitled to his hospitality.
After all, he didn't want to raise an ungrateful ingrate.
That night, when he got home, Jiang Changtao and Zhiwen, after washing up, lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, looking around the spacious and bright room, they felt incredibly comfortable.
Jiang Changtao, savoring the taste of the meat, then asked his two sons lying beside him, "Zhiwen, Zhiwu, was the food at the state-owned restaurant tasty?"
"Tasty, dad, really tasty, even better than the meat grandma makes," Zhiwen said with bright eyes as he looked at his father.
