"If you haven't had meat for seven or eight days, you'd feel the same,"
Chen Fang said irritably.
His voice had just faded.
There was a knock on the door.
Xu Nuo stood up to open the door and saw Xu Mao sitting in his wheelchair.
"Dad, what brings you here?"
asked Xu Nuo.
Xu Mao nodded slightly, wheeling himself in front of Chen Fang.
After a pause, he said, "Comrade Chen Fang, I've carefully considered the matter you just mentioned, and I've also critiqued my son for his rudeness toward you. I've come over because there's a question I want to ask you."
"Mr. Xu, please ask,"
Chen Fang said, wiping the grease from his lips.
Xu Mao asked with a chuckle, "What do you think of our little Jinxue?"
When Chen Fang heard the question, his heart skipped a beat; in that moment, he realized something.
He nodded and replied, "Jinxue's quite good."
"Just quite good?"
Xu Mao seemed unsatisfied with this response.