He Jinxuan said with a smile, "It's fine, we've given a lot. Weirong, my leg is inconvenient. Could you please bring the enamel mug for drinking water to give some to him?"
Zhang Weirong felt a bit helpless but knew his grandfather loved to eat, so there was no choice but to muster the courage. However, he was quite savvy and brought over two self-made steamed buns: "Director He, you can't refuse this."
He Jinxuan laughed, "Oh, I got a good deal here."
He poured out a third of the shredded meat, and only then did Uncle Zhang call for a stop and cheerfully said, "Thanks to Little He, I've been craving this since noon. Finally, I get to eat it."
It made everyone in the ward laugh.
*
At the Yao Family, the whole family sat in the living room, each with a gloomy expression. What happened in the morning spread throughout the factory by noon, making them wish they could find a crack in the ground to hide.
