Yang Jinghai might have a bad temper, but having lived together for so long, Tang Huai and the others had gotten used to it.
Yang Jinghai was a typical example of an old man who is tough on the outside but soft-hearted on the inside.
"No," Yang Jinghai said.
"I'll buy some after school," Tang Huai said with a smile. She looked toward Liu Xiaoyu, whose complexion was becoming rosier by the day. She knew that half of the credit was due to the essence of the scorpion, and the other half was Yang Jinghai's therapy and care.
Tang Huai looked at Yang Jinghai with a smile in her eyes, "Grandpa Yang, what would you like to eat?"
"Chicken," he had been craving it, the chicken made by Tang Huai.
"Then you prepare the chicken, and I'll cook it for you when I get back," said Tang Huai, full from eating.