A chicken only has two drumsticks. Waking up a moment late, Xu Changqing knew exactly where the missing one had gone without needing to ask. It was for her grandpa, and she was happy about that.
Even if her grandpa couldn't bring himself to eat it and saved it for his grandsons and great-grandsons, she would still be happy. However, knowing her grandpa, that drumstick would never make it into the mouths of those little ones.
Some people just lived with a special kind of clarity, and her grandpa was one of them. If it had been a piece of pork that his daughter-in-law had stewed or stir-fried, he would have done his best to save it for the children.
But this was a chicken, boiled and stewed. He considered it special food for his daughter-in-law's postpartum recovery, and he would absolutely not let his youngest son's act of filial piety go to waste.
