The light fragrance of the tea made the bamboo in the room less pungent.
In front of the table, Joe Tempo looked like a boy who had his first blind date. He was a little restless and looked around.
He couldn't help rubbing his thighs and glanced at his daughter embarrassedly.
Jo took a sip of tea and asked, "What's the matter?"
Joe Tempo faltered.
He pushed the bowl of lamb soup on the table towards Jo in fear and said, "Come on, have some lamb soup first. It's your favorite food when you were a child."
But Jo didn't eat. She just looked at him silently.
Joe Tempo was embarrassed.
" I just want to ask you how are you. After all, you haven't been back for three years. I... I'm your father anyway. I..."
"Will a father engage his thirteen-year-old daughter to a sixty-year-old man?"
Jo said in a cold voice, "And you sent two daughters in one time.
What a good father! You sent us to an old man who was older than you."
'Alas? Is that true?'