After driving away his son and the lobbyist of a housing property company, Elder Chen sat on a chair and sulked.
His wife didn’t know how to calm him down, she herself felt anxious.
Luo Qiu suddenly changed the subject, “Uncle, is there any chili sauce added to the wined chicken?”
Elder Chen was stunned and said without much thought, “Add some white sesame seeds… Oh, right, wife, little Luo Qiu is having a meal here today. Go cook some special dishes.”
“OK.” The aunty nodded promptly, turning to look at Luo Dance. “Child, come give me a hand.”
The aunty was a woman that stuck to tradition. She wouldn’t join the men’s conversations. Giving Luo Qiu a gaze filled with gratitude, she then pulled Luo Dance towards the kitchen.
Elder Chen closed the door and started to smoke his pipe. After a while, he smiled bitterly at Luo Qiu. “This shop will probably be closed down.”
Luo Qiu said, “Do you want to sell it?”
