Chen Ping'an lowered his head somewhat despondently: "Father, it's me who's been a burden to you and A sheng. Without me, you two would have gone to Jinling long ago."
"Silly child, there's no such thing as being a burden."
The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy and melancholic as Chen Qiusheng and Chen Ping'an stood silently in the room. Suddenly, Zhao Cheng'an burst in from the door, whispering, "Ping'an, Master, why haven't you gone to the kitchen to make dumplings yet? I've washed the potatoes, don't tell me you've changed your minds about making dumplings? I really want to eat dumplings."
"Why the rush? Once the potatoes are washed, knead the dough. If you want to eat dumplings, you need to put in more effort. Ping'an and I have something to discuss," Chen Qiusheng said sternly.
"Oh." Zhao Cheng'an left silently to knead the dough in the kitchen.
