Old Zhang was full of energy, without a hint of illness; he didn't need any rest at all.
Upon seeing Wan Donglin, he was extremely enthusiastic: "Little Wan, have a seat."
Wan Donglin was very cautious, given he was an elder.
Old Zhang engaged in small talk: "Is your mother doing well? The last time I saw her was five years ago, she was in good health then. How has she been these past few years?"
"My mother has been practicing Tai Chi consistently, she's quite robust."
"Tai Chi is a good thing. I've always wanted to practice, but there are too many things and tasks, so I couldn't keep it up."
Wan Donglin smiled: "I heard that your biggest hobby is golf."
"I haven't played golf these past two years either. Sigh, with so many worries, I've neglected my hobbies."
As soon as Wan Donglin heard this, he started to get a sense of the situation.
