"What's wrong? Did something happen at home?" Zhang Dazhuang asked with concern, looking from Lin Qiao to Lin Fu, who was clearly not in high spirits.
"Sigh, it's a long story. You should have my dad tell you." Lin Qiao walked over and took the plucked chicken from Lin Fu's hands. "Dad, I'm going to take this chicken straight to Grandma Wen in the kitchen." With that, she scurried off, leaving a slightly embarrassed Lin Fu behind. But as he watched her go, he couldn't help but feel she was incredibly thoughtful, which in turn filled him with guilt. 'My daughter was worried I wouldn't be able to bring it up, so she created an opening for me. Sigh, why was I so set on having a son back then, thinking a daughter wasn't enough?'
"So what exactly happened at home?" Zhang Dazhuang turned to Lin Fu. He had been about to praise him for only bringing one prepared chicken this time, but he swallowed his words and asked with a concerned expression instead.
