Ji Yongfeng went upstairs, and Lu Xuan could only sit on the sofa on one side.
Not long after, Ji Qinglan came back from picking vegetables.
Ji Yumiao took the small greens and said, "Qinglan, you chat with Lu for a bit, I'll stir-fry the greens, it won't take long."
"Hmm, leave it to me."
"Where's Dad?"
Ji Qinglan asked.
"Your dad went to call your uncle for dinner. He just can't sit still for a day, even after just getting out of the hospital," Ji Yumiao said, her face full of complaint.
Ji Qinglan knew well her mom's sharp tongue but soft heart. The complaints stem from concern for her uncle's health, especially since he was just discharged from the hospital and nearly didn't make it; how could he do high-intensity work?
"Mom, you know my uncle's personality, the only one who can talk to him is Dad."
"But your dad needs to say something too!"
