It's said to be a natural disaster or man-made calamity, but neither seems reasonable.
The Yao Family, for several generations, seemed to have never heard of anyone having this illness.
"Please take a seat." For some reason, Grandma Yao felt a similar panic and void in her heart as she looked at Madam Yao lowering her head. She didn't dare to meet her eye, and could only murmur some irrelevant words, "Have you had a meal?"
"Mom, it's only four in the afternoon." Yao Shuhan tried to remain calm as he looked at the clock on the wall.
Grandma Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "Yes, I'm getting senile. If you have anything to say, speak to your father. I'll just listen from the side."
The wife passed the hot potato over. Normally, the manly Grandpa Yao would gladly take it, but now he seemed off. As his son and daughter-in-law stepped in, he instantly pulled a chair and sat several meters away from everyone, as if he wanted to create a bomb shelter to hide himself.
