Li Zhiyuan hung up the phone.
Next to him, Lu Yi asked with concern, "Did something happen to the village chief?"
"His wife won't let him in the house."
Lu Yi's expression turned serious, "In our Northeast, this is considered a big deal, especially in this weather. Since I was a child, I've heard several stories of husbands who got drunk in the winter and knocked on the door when they got home, only to have their angry wives not let them in. The next morning, when the door was opened, they found the person had frozen to death at the doorstep."
"It's not that serious for him."
Lu Yi: "Still, you should persuade him well."
"Hmm."
Leaving the store, Li Zhiyuan headed to Grandma Liu's house.
Aunt Liu was not at home recently, and it was too early for the cafeteria to serve breakfast. Li Zhiyuan planned to go for a walk with Alii on the playground later and then buy breakfast at the cafeteria, including a portion for the old lady.
