That's The Spirit, Major

"How about we all have lunch together?" suggested Mu Chenyan.

"Yanyan, why does everything that comes out of your mouth starts with food and ends with Raelle?" asked Shui Xian curiously.

"My family's dear son-in-law, is your skin itching today?"

Shui Xian cleared his throat and took a step back, "I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it too seriously, Yanyan. Don't stoop down to my level. You're the mighty immortal."

"I'm not an immortal," said Mu Chenyan. "I'm very much mortal and that's why I don't even mind if I'm being petty."

"Good for you," Shui Xian gave her a thumbs up and decided to just keep his distance from her. What if she suddenly lost it? He'd be the one suffering. His eyes drifted over to find his wife and found her pushing Grandfather Xiang's wheelchair as she left them all behind and continued to walk towards the home.

"I think we should leave now," said Xiang Weimin when they were all about to leave.