"You always have a reason, but, hey, your grandma and I go for check-ups twice a year," he said helplessly, shaking his head. As a dutiful son and daughter-in-law, weren't they always dragged there by their children? Each time the reasoning was exactly like what Luo Qianqian is giving now.
"Do you want to see your great-grandson?"
"Do you want to see Qianqian get married?"
"Do you want to tell your great-grandson about your glorious deeds?"
The answer, undoubtedly, was yes, so each time he would get checked from head to toe, inside and out, and then hear that very robust statement.
Of course, except for the high blood pressure issue.
Because of the high blood pressure, Yue Tingyu was extremely controlling over his diet; his food was almost boiled, with hardly any oil, low salt, and low fat—just like a rabbit, except rabbits eat raw, while he eats cooked.
Luo Qianqian changed her mind, thinking, after all, her aunts were there; she didn't need to worry about this kind of thing.
