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In the Han household, dinner that evening was anything but peaceful. As the family sat down to eat, tension hung in the air thicker than the steam rising from their bowls. Madam Wei, already fuming like a mother hen ready to protect her brood, finally lost her patience. For the very first time, she scolded Han Bo sharply, her loud voice slicing through the silence.
Han Bo's eyes welled up with tears as he pushed his bowl away. "The food is too plain," he sobbed, "I want more meat, I want meat!"
Old Man Han said nothing. He simply lowered his head and continued to eat in silence. Across the table, Madam Zhang clutched her son protectively, tears slipping down her cheeks. "He's still growing" she cried, "a child needs more meat to stay strong, you can't scold your grandson!"
