Not only Zhuang Zhixi but even Zhao Guihua was pleasantly surprised.
She said, "That's wonderful! But won't it trouble you?"
He Chen: "It's no trouble at all. It's just a small favor. If you feel bad about it, you can always see me off at the station."
He was joking, but Zhao Guihua took it seriously: "Alright, let's have the third son see you off."
He Chen: "…That's really not necessary."
Zhuang Zhixi: "It's fine."
He Chen: "Then, let me tell you about the climate and customs over there?"
Zhao Guihua: "That'd be great, thank you!"
Actually, Zhao Guihua already knew what it was like over there—she had lived it in her previous life. But as a mother, even if she couldn't know everything about her daughter's life, hearing about the environment she was in brought her joy.
She kicked Zhuang Zhixi and said, "What are you still sitting around for? Go buy some ribs. Let's make something nice to eat."
Zhuang Zhixi: "Why is it always me?"
