)When Jiang Xia saw Father Zhou, she hurriedly took the popsicle from her mouth. "Dad."
Zhou Chenglei heard her, turned his head, and called out, "Dad," before continuing to knead her calf.
Jiang Xia withdrew her foot, her face slightly hot. "It's not numb anymore."
Zhou Chenglei still kneaded it for a while before standing up.
Mother Zhou had just finished cooking when she saw the three of them return to the gate. She smiled and said, "What a coincidence—you're all back! I just finished making dinner. Hurry and wash your hands."
Father Zhou said, "I'm full."
Mother Zhou looked at him in surprise. "Full? What did you eat?"
"Offerings."
As an Ancestral Tablet, wasn't he supposed to eat offerings? Mother Zhou: "..."
What the hell were offerings?
Mother Zhou thought of something and widened her eyes. "Old man, you didn't sneak off to eat the offerings in the Ancestral Hall, did you?"
The road to the pier passed by the Ancestral Hall. People going out to sea often went inside to pray for a smooth voyage.
"Do I look that stupid?" Father Zhou rolled his eyes at her and carried the bucket of fish into the house.
As a father, of course the offerings he enjoyed were offerings his son had made. Besides, the old woman would get to eat them sooner or later. She would understand then.
Mother Zhou found him utterly baffling.
Jiang Xia handed Mother Zhou a popsicle. "Mom, I bought this for you."
Mother Zhou stopped paying attention to Father Zhou and waved her hand with a smile. "I don't eat those. They upset my stomach and give me a stomachache. Only young people like them. Give it to Zhou Zhou!"
"There are two. Dad, do you want one?"
Father Zhou did not like them.