Yang Jiancheng smiled and took it: "Thank you, Yanyan. You've really grown up and know how to care for others. It's just a pity that your master will probably not be able to see you and Yueyue get married."
Luo Qiao interrupted: "Master, what are you talking about?"
Yang Jiancheng just laughed: "I know my own body well. Besides, I've lived to this age already, that's something to be grateful for. Everyone has that day."
Feng Shumin got anxious: "Old man, it's New Year's, stop talking about such grim things."
Yang Jiancheng nodded: "Look at me, I'm really getting muddle-headed."
For some reason, he looked at Luo Qiao: "Qiaoqiao, I'll make your favorite dish in a bit. You might not get to eat it again in the future."
Luo Qiao suddenly had a bad premonition: "Master, don't say such things."
Yang Jiancheng said: "I just don't know if I'll have the chance to visit the farm again?"
Feng Shumin chimed in: "When the weather gets warmer, I'll go back with you for a visit."
