A smiling face is hard to hit.
Not to mention that Old Chen's attitude was quite friendly in front of the dark-faced man, but just seeing him cheerfully greet him, Old Chen felt embarrassed to speak harshly.
Old Chen asked, "Liu Ahsan, you came over so early, you probably haven't eaten, right? I'll have my eldest son's wife heat up some food, have a bite at my place."
Liu Ahsan shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this: "Grandpa, I came after eating, I gnawed on two corncobs this morning, my stomach is still full, I can't eat another bite."
When Old Chen heard that Liu Ahsan ate two corncobs at once, he immediately stopped persuading him.
When the corn just came in, Old Chen, tempted by his appetite, also ate two at one sitting.
At first, he didn't feel anything unusual, but when he woke up, something was wrong.
Old Chen's belly swelled up as thick as a barrel, the veins on his stomach bulged out, looking like they might burst at any moment.
