"Ah Cheng, look at this..."
Fang Cheng walked to the sink nearby, turned on the faucet, and carefully washed his hands.
Faced with his grandfather's pleading look, he stood firmly by his mother's side without hesitation:
"Grandpa, my mom's right, your health is the most important. You should stay away from alcohol. When I get my salary this month, I'll get you a couple of boxes of top-grade Longjing tea, that's much better for your health."
Seeing that even his most promising grandson wouldn't help him, Li Zhenhua was completely disheartened.
He walked towards the dining table with his hands behind his back, mumbling softly:
"No drinking then, tea will do, better for cultivating oneself..."
Watching the old man's defeated look, Fang Cheng and Li Dingjian exchanged glances, unable to hold back their smiles.
Li Biyun turned and went back into the kitchen.
In just a few minutes, she came out carrying a steaming pot of pork rib soup.
Dinner was very lavish.
