"People, why haven't they arrived yet?" Han Kuang was getting a bit anxious, peering around. If his two sons weren't sitting next to him, he would have already taken his cane to check outside.
"Dad, don't worry. It's not time yet," Han Shouxin said from the side.
"Is everything ready? Did you buy the beef?" Han Kuang had heard from his eldest son and daughter that his youngest son's tastes were entirely inherited from the Han Family, so he had people purchase it according to his own preference.
"Yes, yes, a piece of brisket is currently stewing on the stove. Dad, didn't you smell it?" Han Shouzhen said with some impatience.
It was really because the old man was being quite annoying today; this must have been the umpteenth time he'd asked.
Han Kuang's nose twitched, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
