"What's going on?"
Lin Fangling was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone. She steamed buns and bread, and also congee. She had also bought some pan-fried buns early in the morning, and they were already spread out on a big table.
At this moment, she came out to see the father and son talking, and curiously asked.
Lu Guoquan explained, "Some of the clinic's medicines are almost out. I need to go to the city to stock up."
"Can't you just send the order over?"
Lin Fangling said, "Since they are the ones sending the goods anyway, sending the order and you going yourself isn't much different."
