The kitchen, which wasn't particularly spacious, was now so crowded that it was almost overflowing. All of the old man's guards were helping out, some chopping vegetables, some plating dishes, and some peeling garlic. Even Xia Hong, wearing Ye's mother's large floral apron with her sleeves rolled up high, was standing by the stove cooking.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, making it difficult to see anything without squinting, and occasionally the smoke would make my eyes water.

"Auntie, we're out of salt."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's in the cupboard over there, in the bottom drawer."

"Okay, I understand."

"Hey, is the fish ready yet?"

"Alright, alright, take it out."

Soon, the dishes were served one after another, and two large, gleaming tables were set up in the main room.

The old man and Xiao Jiu were setting up stools together.

"Father-in-law, please don't, we'll do it, we'll do it. You can just sit and wait." Mr. Ye couldn't help but twitch his temples as he stepped forward to stop them.

The old man, on the other hand, grunted twice, deliberately speaking in a fierce tone.

"What, are you looking down on this old man, or what? It's just setting up a stool, is it? Can't this old man do that kind of work?"

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"My dear in-law, that's not what I meant at all, no."

"So what exactly does that mean?"

Father Ye was sweating. What else could it mean?

Even the leaders of the South China Sea wouldn't dare to neglect the old man, much less stand by and watch him do these things in front of them.

If something bad were to happen, the spittle would drown me.

Besides, the old man is already eighty years old. Generally, families with elderly members of that age would hardly ask them to do any chores.

Mr. Ye was not good with words and really didn't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiu was there too.

"Great-grandfather, Grandpa Ye is worried that Great-grandfather is too tired."

With Xiao Jiu's prompting, Ye's father echoed her sentiments.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean, sir. So please sit down and rest. I'll set out the chair."

"Grandpa Ye, let me help you set it up."

"well."

Xiao Jiu's personality has changed significantly in recent times, becoming much more cheerful, lively, and outgoing than before.

You know, before, Xiao Jiu was a little old man, frighteningly sensible, and had none of the childlike fun that a child should have.

This made Ling Jin anxious and worried for a long time. Fortunately, things have improved now, otherwise, she really wouldn't know what to do.

It seems that the term "psychological counseling" has not yet become widely known in China.

Nationwide, there are only a handful of pilot studios.

In the room separated by a wall, neither the father nor the son uttered a word.

The older one was lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, asleep, but he had only actually slept for a few minutes.

For professionals like Gao Dan who undergo rigorous training, when they are extremely exhausted, falling asleep quickly and getting two or three minutes of deep sleep is enough to sustain them for several more hours.

After waking up, I glanced at the little one in the corner; the little guy was counting on his fingers.

"Two hundred and twenty-one, two hundred and twenty-two, two hundred and thirty"

222 is the next 230.

"Wrong."

The sudden sound made the little figure pause for a moment.

"Dad, are you saying I miscounted the dumplings?" he asked.