Su Zhe sat nearby, spooning a mouthful of white rice into his mouth, spilling half of it along the way without even noticing, looking for all the world like a typical bystander thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of Qiao Li and Su Lu.
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaole was still very considerate and asked his lonely old uncle, "Uncle, won't you come with us?"
Su Zhe waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no. Uncle's not up to it, these old bones and back can't handle that kind of excitement."
Zhao Xiaole still looked a bit disappointed, pouting, but soon cheered up at the thought of going out for a week and consoled himself, "It's alright, I'll go ask Uncle Xiao Tong."
Su Zhe thought to himself that Zhao Tong was always savvy, the most tactful of all, knowing that if Qiao Li and Su Lu were taking Zhao Xiaole, Zhao Tong would definitely not interfere.
Sure enough, after dinner, Zhao Xiaole called Zhao Tong on his phone.
