Yang Rusong exhaled and then shook his head, "Nothing, let's cook." After saying that, he turned and went into the main room, entering his grandfather's room.
Feng Caie scratched her head and turned into the kitchen.
Yang Baichuan was tending the fire and glanced at his wife, "What did you say to the son?"
"I don't even know what he's talking about, all strange things." Feng Caie shook her head, "Forget it, let's cook then."
Yang Rusong's grandfather looked much healthier than a few years ago, because Yang Rusong had achieved success, and the relationship with Yang Ruxin's side had eased. Therefore, he would bring medicinal wine and tea back occasionally, which surprisingly made him more spirited than before.
Moreover, the old man had learned to be wise, leaving everything to his eldest grandson and his grandson's wife. When busy, he would work in the fields, and at other times, he would chat with the village's old men, making him much more sociable than before.
