That evening, father and son sat face to face around the kang table.
On the table were a few small dishes made by Zhao Tienan himself.
But in front of Zhao Tienan was white liquor, while in front of Zhao Liwei was green tea.
There was no choice; Zhao Liwei's health was no longer as it used to be, so he couldn't touch alcohol at all.
Still, even without alcohol, the father and son were having a deep conversation.
"Dad, did you leave my sister alone at home?"
Zhao Tienan popped a peanut into his mouth and asked slowly.
"Yeah, she doesn't want to return to Fengshan Village. After all, there are people here she doesn't want to face, and memories she doesn't want to see."
"However, I'm planning to introduce her to a good man who can love her. After all, she's still young, and I can't let her remain a living widow forever."
Zhao Liwei took a sip of green tea and spoke unhurriedly.
"Right, find her a good man and let her marry."
