Seeing Xiao Qiao off, Zhang Yu didn't turn around to enter the courtyard until his figure could no longer be seen, and she closed the gate behind her.
Old Zhao, who lived in the back house, came out to close the door and saw that Zhang Yu had already locked it, repeatedly thanking her.
Just as Zhang Yu was about to leave, she heard Old Hao's angry voice, "You've really grown some skills, haven't you? Imagine forgetting to make dinner."
"Why don't you say that you forgot you need to eat?" Old Hao was so angry he felt like spitting blood.
He had been busy all afternoon, his stomach endlessly protesting, but he ignored it to go inform his son-in-law about something important, biking all the way.
In the end, his efforts were met with indifference, and he returned home hungry with nothing to eat.
How could this not anger Old Hao, who felt that everything had been going wrong since last night?
