Li Yu nodded and said, "Much better. Grandpa had another acupuncture session this morning, and he's looking much improved."
"That's good. Do you need something from me? You could've just called me on the intercom instead of going through all this effort to find me."
Third Uncle heard Li Yu say that his Grandpa's condition had improved and continued eating his tomato, speaking as he ate.
Li Yu walked towards Third Uncle, and once close, he began to speak:
"It's just that it's not convenient to discuss over the intercom, afraid it might be unclear.
The main thing is about Old Bi. The food supply in Oil City is running low, and today I received news from them that the typhoon is subsiding. It's time to deliver the food over there."
Third Uncle paused slightly when he heard the news, but quickly resumed his actions.
"I thought it was something big, just delivering some food, right? A round trip takes about six hours; we can handle it in a day. So, when should we deliver it?"
