Hatred

"Xiao Zhao, you're here! Thank you so much for your help in the past two days. Where's your wife? Come into the house quickly. I've made chicken soup. Come in and have some food before you leave!" Qiao Qiang said warmly.

"No, Uncle Qiao. We still have some food at home. If we don't go back and finish it, it'll go bad soon. You and Xiao Wei can eat together," Zhao Liang said.

"I'm old and my teeth aren't good. I can't really eat meat. Xiao Wei can't eat so much meaty stuff on his own. Let him drink more soup for nourishment. Otherwise, this leftover chicken will go bad as well. Eat here together with your wife. Don't say no to me." Qiao Qiang turned around and yelled towards Zhang Wei, "Xiao Wei, go into the room and get chairs for your Uncle and Auntie Zhao so they can join us for dinner tonight!"