Shao Qingyuan looked at the expectant expression on his face and said with a smile, "There's indeed something, but I didn't specially come to look for you. It's just that I brought you something for someone else."
Gu Yiping was stunned. "Something for someone else?" He frowned slightly and looked a little disappointed.
Just something? Wasn't it a pardon that let them go back to the capital?
Anyway, it had been more than 20 years. He had to give up. He was almost 60 years old. Even if he went back, he would not be able to live for long.
Mrs. Gu was also very disappointed, but she was much more practical than Gu Yiping. She quickly diverted her attention and her gaze landed on the cloth bag beside Shao Qingyuan.
"What did you bring us?" She leaned forward as if she wanted to take a look.
Gu Yiping finally frowned. "Alright, go out first. You haven't finished the kitchen work. What are you doing here?"
