This unpleasant premonition was confirmed during dinner.
With age, the taste fades, and there's a preference for foods high in salt and oil.
However, the doctor's advice after the physical examination was to eat lightly and avoid constantly indulging in fish and meat.
But Old Sir Jin didn't fear such advice; after all, he's always been the one calling the shots at home, and nobody can control him.
Ignoring his eldest son Jin Jing's dissuasion, Old Sir Jin still picked a piece of chicken in heavy oil and sauce, rather than the mushroom stewed chicken specially made for his health.
Jin Jing sighed.
As for the three daughters, two didn't dare to persuade, and the youngest felt conflicted and simply turned a blind eye.
But Tuanzi couldn't bear to see her eldest uncle like this.
"Eldest uncle, isn't the chicken good?"
She herself had picked a piece of chicken and was enjoying it.
