Their mother, Mai Ha didn't seem to have noticed anything as she encouraged the Zou siblings to eat more while Yang Qing's nephews were deeply engrossed in their eating. They looked like mini Yang Qing.
The only people who seemed off were Yang Qing and his big brother Yang Gen.
They both ate in complete silence as they waited for the inevitability. It didn't take them too long before a burst of boisterous laughter and sound came from outside the walls of the courtyard.
"LITTLE QING, COME AND GREET YOUR GRANDPA...Mmmmh is that spare ribs? I've stayed cooped up in the valley for so long that I've forgotten how great Ha'er's cooking is.
Qing'er bring some spare ribs, will you?"
Yang Qing flinched a little when he heard that voice.
"You heard him," Mai Ha said as she pointed at the pot of braised beef fillet with scallion.