Mrs. Chen quickly gave Liu Lang a look, and Liu Lang pulled San Ya out.
Mr. Jiang glanced at the two untouched bowls of rice on the table, and suddenly tears streamed down his old face.
Jiang Rong frowned, "Dad, it's New Year's, why are you crying."
Mr. Jiang shook his head, "I also want you all to eat meat every day, but this is the best I can do."
"We really can't afford it."
He suddenly grabbed Jiang Youzhi next to him, "San Lang, our family depends on you."
"In the future, when you become an official, we can also eat meat with you."
Jiang Youzhi smiled and said, "Of course, of course. If I succeed in the future, I will definitely be good to grandpa."
Mr. Jiang felt comforted by these words, patting Jiang Youzhi's hand, "Grandpa didn't spoil you for nothing."
Jiang Youzhi hardly touched his chopsticks. He patiently sat for a little while longer before getting up to say goodbye.
Mrs. Chen followed him out, and the two hurried into the kitchen.
