"No need, Uncle Zhao, I can keep watch here. You go ahead and eat!" Tang Xiaoquan, already feeling guilty for the group's predicament, couldn't bear to trouble others because of him.
Tang Xiaoquan's refusal was already anticipated by Old Zhao. Wang Qiang's earlier skepticism seemed to have a significant impact on him, and it wasn't a small one.
Since Tang Xiaoquan felt guilty, it was obviously inappropriate to dwell on whether he should come in for dinner. So Old Zhao simply squatted down and sat.
Seeing Old Zhao sit on the ground, Tang Xiaoquan hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Oh, Uncle Zhao, what are you doing? It's really okay with me here. You've been busy all day, hurry and eat!"
Old Zhao shook his head like a drum: "Fine, you go eat, I just got a bit tired from cooking and I'm just resting here in the breeze."
