In the evening, Luofeng returned home.
He immediately asked, "Mom, Dad, have you eaten?"
Luo Lin was the first to respond, "We've already eaten, but there's still some work to take care of." After saying this, he walked toward his study.
Xu Zhenzhu asked, "Son, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Not yet. What's up with Dad?" Luofeng glanced at his father's retreating figure, who had seemed troubled just moments ago.
"Ah, it's just that work isn't going smoothly," she sighed.
"Oh? What's wrong? Mom, can you tell me?" Luofeng inquired.
Xu Zhenzhu didn't answer right away, instead asking, "Son, what would you like to eat tonight?"
"HMM..." Luofeng pondered for a moment. "Right, how about we stew those pork trotters from the leg we brought back last time?"
"Okay."
Curious again, Luofeng asked, "Mom, is Dad encountering any trouble?"
