The elderly Mrs. Yang watched the cup of boiled water he had poured, not daring to touch it, brewed from who knows what; Wang Hai shared the same aversion.
As for Yang Zuyu, he had no reaction, probably regarding the act of pouring water for Mrs. Yang as mere etiquette. It was up to her whether she drank it or not; he had done what a son was supposed to do.
"Mm," Mrs. Yang cleared her throat with a cough, signaling Wang Hai to bring out the items she had brought for Yang Zuyu, "these were all bought for you by your son and daughter-in-law in America. Take a look for yourself, they're all foreign health products and medications. Here in China, not to mention their exorbitant price, you can't even buy them."
"My health is quite good; I have neither high blood pressure nor high cholesterol," Yang Zuyu frowned as he looked at those various gift bags, rolled up his sleeves to reveal strong arms and said, "They're just wasting money."
