After Mother Luo came to Shanghai, she had a lot of free time. When she was free, she would read books on Chinese medicine and nutrition.
After learning new knowledge, she wanted to share it with others. Usually, it was not enough to discuss it with Ai Zhaojiang. When Luo Feng returned, she also wanted to chat with him.
At the dining table, Ai Zhaojiang and Luo Feng ate as they listened. Ai Tingya held her bowl and listened to Mother Luo seriously. When she felt that what Mother Luo said made sense, she would nod and even forget to eat.
"The food is getting cold." Luo Feng patted Ai Tingya. "Mom likes to nag. Eat your food."
"Mother Luo was unhappy when she heard this. "Rascal, do you know that if a family wants to be happy, there have to be three voices?"