Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 137.2

Seventh Granduncle’s expression remained neutral, but he was clearly wavering, sensing genuine intent in the young woman’s words.

Just as Hongmei had said, they primarily wanted to hire a chef; everything else was secondary.

But now, at his age, his priority wasn’t work but finding a place where he could be well-cared for in his old age.

Especially with their children not around, he and his wife had to be careful.

“You’re quite honest, child… I’m not going to mince words with you, either. Why do you think I’ve stayed in the city for so long, even though I don’t like living here? Isn’t it because it’s easier to get medical help if something goes wrong?”

“If I go back to the village, what happens if I get sick and can’t find a car to take me to the hospital?”

“And besides, as you know, old people can handle minor illnesses, but if one of us breaks a bone, someone will need to carry us to the hospital.”

While nurses could care for him at home, the initial steps of getting to the hospital were beyond their capacity. That’s when having a man at home was useful.

“Even if I’m not looking for a retirement plan but just going back with you as a chef, I need to think this through, right?”

As for what Song Hongmei said about her strength…

Seventh Granduncle didn’t take that seriously at all.

Having strength for farm work was different from being able to carry an elderly person around.

However, after he voiced his concerns, the young woman across from him smiled slightly. Her fair face suddenly looked lively, as if filled with confidence.

Then, she placed both hands under the table, and without any visible effort, Seventh Granduncle felt the table in front of him lift slightly—

He saw the large, redwood round table, which had been used for over ten years, rise just from her sitting position!

This thing weighed several hundred pounds!

With such strength, wouldn’t carrying the two of them be like lifting two little chicks?

Song Tan effortlessly maintained the table’s height, while Qiao Qiao, holding a flyer, exclaimed in surprise, “It’s higher!”

He happily leaned forward and flattened the flyer again.

The table didn’t even wobble.

Only then did Song Tan gently set the table down, without making a sound.

Seventh Granduncle was a little shaken.

Even his own son, now in his forties or fifties, couldn’t match that kind of strength!

To be honest, if his son had to lift him now, he might even throw his back out!

Song Tan pressed her advantage: “Seventh Granduncle, with this kind of strength, are you still worried about not being taken care of?”

“And as for medical convenience… You’re younger than my grandfather! With your current health, I wouldn’t say you’ll live to ninety-nine, but at least ninety is no problem. That’s another twenty or thirty years; you can’t always stay in the city, right?”

“If you’re not happy, that’s when problems start. If you’re in good spirits and moving around in the village, you’ll feel more comfortable and live longer.”

“If you really feel unwell, just let me know. I don’t have to do the farm work myself, so I can always make time. With a car, we can get to the city in no time.”

“Though it may be a bit far, I think compared to your happiness, we have to choose what’s more important, right?”