Grandma Yao finished her soup and handed the empty bowl to Mrs. Yao. Seeing her husband gazing at her bowl with infatuation, she said, "Why don't you have a bowl too?"
Old Mr. Yao had been drooling over how delicious his wife's soup looked. So when his wife made the offer, as if reading his mind, his face flushed a deep red, and he quickly waved his hands: "That soup was boiled for you, not for me."
Hearing what Old Mr. Yao had said, Manman quickly chimed in, "Grandpa, I brought over a big kettle of it."
"Yes, Dad, if you want some, I'll serve it for you. There's plenty left; we can't finish it," said Mrs. Yao, following up.
Realizing there was no escaping, Old Mr. Yao embarrassingly followed his wife out, saying, "Plenty, huh? If there's plenty, I'll have some. Of course, it all must be saved for your mother. If it's good for her, she'll definitely want more later on."
