Especially when he mentioned the death of his mother, there was something off about his gaze. The old lady felt that this must be a tender spot in his heart, and she couldn't bear to ask any further.
The old lady simply said, "Well, you two just got back and look tired. I'll go cook, and we can talk more later. Yu, why don't you chat with Young Master Meng?"
Then she walked out, pulling Zhao Xi with her.
Zhao Xi, "..." He had just come back too, and he was tired as well. Didn't he deserve to sit down and have a cup of tea?
Despite his inner turmoil, he still briskly helped the old lady, walking quickly and saying, "Grandmother, please, slow down. Let me know what you need, and I'll help. Do you need water to be fetched or firewood to be chopped?"
"No need, you just came back so don't do any heavy lifting. Just sit behind the stove and help me start the fire," she responded.