Old Zhao chuckled, saying, "No wonder it's different, this is certainly thought up by Hanhan."
Yun Hao also smiled satisfactorily, "It was Hanhan's idea. Dad, it's hot weather, you're getting old, there's a fan here, you must use it."
After this incident, Old Zhao didn't dare to hesitate using electricity anymore.
Old Zhao was bedridden for several days after his heat stroke. Only after Meng Yunhan's permission did he get out of bed.
"Grandpa, grapes...." Little Huzi already understood the concept of sharing, and since returning to Qingzhao Village, his sharing game has intensified.
"Little Huzi eat...."
"Dad, you eat. In a bit, I'll make cold shrimp." Meng Yunhan, having some time on hand, made a variety of cold dishes in the summer heat.
"Hanhan, the chilled cake from yesterday was very good." Old Zhao's first thought was whether it could be sold, but he ended up keeping those thoughts to himself.