At noon, Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin personally took to the kitchen and put together a lavish spread.
"It's been a long time since I cooked myself. I wonder if my skills have gotten rusty." Having long grown accustomed to being a boss, Zhang Zhaohai rolled up his sleeves, tied on an apron, and brought out his signature dishes.
In the kitchen, Song Wenqin was also busy carrying the freshly simmered soup to the table.
Seeing his parents looking increasingly youthful and full of vitality, Zhang Yang could not help but smile faintly.
Ever since he had arranged for his parents to take the Lesser Returning Pill last time, its subtle effects had begun to show. Both their energy and complexion had improved by leaps and bounds, as though they had become seven or eight years younger overnight.
After giving them some time to adjust, he planned to step things up for both of them.
Increase the dosage.
Wasn't this stuff thousands of times more effective than ginseng or deer antler?
A moment later, the table was filled with an abundant feast.
The family of three sat around the table, poured themselves some drinks, ate their dishes, and reminisced about the hard times and the sweetness that followed. For a while, they were overwhelmed with emotion.
"Who would have thought we'd ever live a life like this?" Zhang Zhaohai looked at the liquor cabinet beside them, filled with all kinds of Moutai and Wuliangye, then at the villa around them, whose renovation and furnishings had clearly cost tens of millions at the very least.
"Back then, all I wished for was a happy family and blessings for our children and grandchildren."
"We have a son, but there's still no sign of a grandson," Song Wenqin suddenly remarked.
Zhang Yang was