Lin Baojuan and Luan Qingshu, Luan Xiaoxiang hadn't returned by noon, making Lin Baohe a little restless. He was worried about his sister and hadn't eaten much for breakfast, so by now she must be hungry.
A fire had burned most of Lin Baohai's household belongings, and Lin Baojiang, bound by social courtesy, had to help with meals, probably just offering dishes like sweet potato leaves and coarse grain buns.
How could such food sustain a hardworking laborer after a whole morning of work? Zhao Yulan noticed his thoughts and quietly signaled him to drop it; she didn't want him to worry unnecessarily, upsetting their daughter and son-in-law.
Chuxia and Zhou Mikang couldn't miss the couple's exchanged glances. Chuxia, who understood Lin Baohe's personality well, knew why he was upset, so she deliberately stayed quiet to see how long her father could hold out.
