At Aunt Guo's house, Han Qiwu quietly placed the eggs next to the kitchen sink and walked into the living room empty-handed.
The sky was getting dark, and the lights in the courtyard weren't bright enough; otherwise, they might have eaten outside.
Before he even approached, the aroma of mushrooms started wafting irresistibly into Han Qiwu's nose—it was fresh and fragrant to the point of mouthwatering.
"Xiao Han, it's only been a few days since I last saw you, and I think you've gotten a bit more robust!" Grandpa Chen said with a chuckle.
Han Qiwu replied, "Been working out! I've been hauling stones every day."
"Well, you better take good care of your back. I think you and Xiao Tang would make a really good match, so take care of yourself." Aunt Hong Mei quickly chimed in, causing Han Qiwu to feel a bit embarrassed.
