Secretary Xiaozu shook his head: "It's fine. My grandpas have money. They often subsidize me since their retirement. The rent was paid by them—I just happened to pay it first."
"That's good then." Wu Lan relaxed and then asked, "For meals, let's have them eat at the mountain cafeteria. Charging a couple hundred yuan a month is just symbolic."
She sighed: "At their age, saving more for retirement gives peace of mind."
Secretary Xiaozu: …
She thought, "My grandpas don't even need us descendants to worry about their retirement."
But what she said was—"A monthly package of ten thousand yuan per family—can they come to our place to eat?"
"That's not acceptable, not acceptable."
Before Wu Lan spoke, Seventh Uncle cut in first: "Adding ten people all at once, that's another table. During the time of the pig slaughter feast, when everyone came, it already became too crowded to sit."
Not to mention, cooking for ten more people, his kitchen wouldn't be able to handle it.
