After driving away his son and the real estate company's persuader, Old Chen sat on the stool, fuming.
His wife had no idea how to calm him down and was secretly growing anxious.
Luo Qiu suddenly said, "Uncle, did Auntie make the drunken chicken with chili sauce?"
Old Chen froze and answered instinctively, "With white sesame... Uh, yes, yes, yes. Old woman, Little Luo Qiu is cooking here today. Hurry up and make some of your best side dishes."
"Okay, okay, okay." Auntie hurriedly nodded, then looked at Luo Pianxian. "Child, come give Auntie a hand."
Auntie was a very traditional person. When a man was speaking, a woman would not interrupt. After giving Luo Qiu a grateful look, she quickly took Luo Pianxian toward the kitchen.
Old Chen closed the door and began smoking his pipe. After a while, he looked at Luo Qiu and said with a bitter smile, "I'm afraid this shop won't be saved either."
Luo Qiu asked, "Do you also intend to sell it?"
Old Chen said with deep emotion, "What does a person have in a lifetime? You're born with nothing and die with nothing. The descendants you leave behind are already the greatest wealth. When I'm gone, the old woman will naturally go with me. This shop and this building will naturally become his. I'm a selfish man too. Is there anything wrong with giving my things to my own son? Whether he sells them or uses them to do something, at least his future days will be easier. That's still better than giving everything away in a fit of anger and leaving nothing to my own family. The older generation mostly half-believes and half-doubts ghosts and gods, but I know they exist. That's why I don't want to die and then have