The old man held his rice bowl and buried his head. While eating, he talked, but he couldn't help but look up and looked at Chen Lun.

Chen Lun put the vegetables he was holding into his mouth, chewed, swallowed them, and allowed the esophagus to move the food into his stomach.

Turning his head, looking at the old man, pausing his movements,

"What's wrong? If something happens tomorrow, then it's okay. You can come over tomorrow night."

The old man paused off his chopsticks and said with a smile.

“I took a job provided by the military and needed training for a month.”

Chen Lun responded.

The old man paused again,

"That's a good thing. Xiao Chen, when will you finish the training? Come to the house for dinner when you have time."

The old man smiled and replied again, holding the chopsticks, lowering his head to dig the rice.

Chen Lun turned his head, looked at the old man's appearance, paused, and turned his head back.

"Xiao Chen, you can eat too. Pick up what you like to eat yourself."
Chapter completed!