What a nosy brat, coming to investigate in the kitchen instead of getting seated like a polite guest. Li Lianhua is going to make him sniff this onion he's just started chopping, if he doesn't behave himself. Despite his currently poor vision, he doesn't need help with this task, holding the knife and vegetable securely and measuring out thin slices by keeping the blade close to the tip of his finger. Who's ever heard of making a guest do the cooking? He's ill, not rude.
But the snooping will be tolerated, much like the slightly crabby questioning. A whiff of something unexpected can indeed be a little off-putting sometimes, to a cautious sort of person. Even if that sort of person might have waited for assurance that their visit is convenient before knocking on somebody's door for a meal. "The house actually came with four beds," he clarifies casually, confirming three occupants, with space for one more, should the need ever arise. Especially such a small one. "Ah, Fang Duobing is out on errands, he won't be back in a while. I'd introduce you to Lao Di, but he decided to have a brawl in the snow yesterday and is all tuckered out." And placated with poppy juice. He shrugs, like it's a pity he won't get to enjoy this soup and company, but no real sympathy is lost on the state of him. This is, of course, a lie; some soup will get set aside and Di Feisheng is not out of the woods yet.
Without wasting a glance at the boy that won't tell him anything anyway, Li Lianhua lifts his hand from the vegetables and gives those searching fingers a gentle smack. "Friend Cat, if you're that bored, why don't you brew the tea?" He cants his head over at the boiling kettle. A teapot already filled with leaves and two small cups are waiting on a little tray in front of the stove, along with a bowl of candied ginger pieces. A small relief for nausea and of a heating nature, should one suffer from that sort of ailment, but they also just make for delicious candy.
Pouring accurately actually is a task made significantly harder by being half-blind, easy to make a mess and lose some skin to boiling water. So all squabbling aside, if Cat can be troubled to oblige with this, Li Lianhua would appreciate it.
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But the snooping will be tolerated, much like the slightly crabby questioning. A whiff of something unexpected can indeed be a little off-putting sometimes, to a cautious sort of person. Even if that sort of person might have waited for assurance that their visit is convenient before knocking on somebody's door for a meal. "The house actually came with four beds," he clarifies casually, confirming three occupants, with space for one more, should the need ever arise. Especially such a small one. "Ah, Fang Duobing is out on errands, he won't be back in a while. I'd introduce you to Lao Di, but he decided to have a brawl in the snow yesterday and is all tuckered out." And placated with poppy juice. He shrugs, like it's a pity he won't get to enjoy this soup and company, but no real sympathy is lost on the state of him. This is, of course, a lie; some soup will get set aside and Di Feisheng is not out of the woods yet.
Without wasting a glance at the boy that won't tell him anything anyway, Li Lianhua lifts his hand from the vegetables and gives those searching fingers a gentle smack. "Friend Cat, if you're that bored, why don't you brew the tea?" He cants his head over at the boiling kettle. A teapot already filled with leaves and two small cups are waiting on a little tray in front of the stove, along with a bowl of candied ginger pieces. A small relief for nausea and of a heating nature, should one suffer from that sort of ailment, but they also just make for delicious candy.
Pouring accurately actually is a task made significantly harder by being half-blind, easy to make a mess and lose some skin to boiling water. So all squabbling aside, if Cat can be troubled to oblige with this, Li Lianhua would appreciate it.