Xu Changshan said, "When it comes to bearing responsibility, it doesn't matter if you're a high-ranking official or not. In the end, it's all about earning your living based on your skills."
Xu Chunliang replied, "Grandpa, you're speaking in riddles."
Xu Changshan chuckled, "I haven't said anything."
Xu Chunliang buried his head in the bowl of handmade noodles his grandpa prepared for him, paired with the pickled green peppers made by Zheng Peian. There's really nothing like home-cooked food!
Xu Changshan smiled as he watched his beloved grandson devouring the noodles, even if he didn't eat himself, it was a happiness just watching.
Xu Chunliang gobbled down the bowl of noodles.
Xu Changshan asked with concern, "Was it enough? If not, I'll make you another bowl."
Xu Chunliang said, "Don't just watch me eat, you should have a bowl too."
