Chen Song realized he'd misspoken and quickly said, "Listen to me ramble. What am I even saying? I'm no good with words, so just forget I said anything. Qing'er, go open the door for Dad."
Chen Song placed the hot water in the room and turned to leave.
After he left, Chen Wanqing had Zhao Jing sit down and brought him a basin of hot water to soak his feet.
Zhao Jing was taken aback. "Wanqing, put that down. I can do it myself."
"You've had a long day. Just sit and relax. I'm only bringing the water to you. Don't worry, I'm not going to wash your feet, just carry the basin for you."
"What have I done to deserve this! Wanqing, you shouldn't be carrying this. The water is hot—put it down, I'll get it."
But Chen Wanqing brought the basin to him anyway. Only after watching him put his feet in to soak did she go out to wash up.
By the time Chen Wanqing returned from washing up, Zhao Jing had finished soaking his feet and had even emptied the basin.
