Chen Yongxiang felt the urge to smoke, silently put down the kitchen knife, and walked to the balcony to smoke, one cigarette after another.
....
During dinner, Old Chen wasn't in high spirits, opened a bottle of Maotai sent by Shen Yuan before, something he usually couldn't bear to drink.
As he drank, glass after glass, he didn't speak much.
Yooi Shufen was signaling him at the table, stepping on his foot under the table, but Old Chen remained unmoved.
Clearly, he needed time.
After lunch, Chen Yongxiang quietly cleared the table, carrying the dishes into the kitchen.
When he was washing the dishes, Yooi Shufen came in to interrogate, "What are you up to?"
Chen Yongxiang remained silent.
Yooi Shufen pressed on with more emphasis, "Aren't you going to say something?"
The situation had come to this, what was there to say?
Chen Yongxiang calmly replied, "Just feeling a bit uncomfortable."
"You should have said earlier, want to go to the hospital to get some medicine?"
