Quenching

"Don't worry about that, just focus on your own things."

"clear."

"Remember, you must be meticulous and attentive in everything you do. I've told you this so many times."

"know."

"Furthermore, you must discipline Xing Songfeng properly from now on, and stop him from causing trouble and acting recklessly all the time. Look at the state he's in now. If something like this happens again, you, as his older cousin, will be punished for failing to discipline him properly."

"understood."

Wanli Fuguang gently closed the door and left.

Wanli Ruoyu picked up her teacup. "Hmm? Empty?" She glanced at the servant beside her. The servant's face was gloomy, his lips were pursed, and he stood ramrod straight, showing no intention of pouring tea. She asked curiously.

Where did I say something wrong?

"Whether you're right or wrong, I don't know, but the young master said so much, can't you at least give him some praise?"

Wanli Ruoyu put down her teacup, looking displeased, and questioned him.

"Leaving loose ends and not getting rid of the debt completely? Don't you agree?"

"If it's wrong, it's wrong! Why all the sarcastic remarks?"

“If I don’t push him, how will he improve? He is the heir, and he carries a heavy burden on his shoulders…”

Before Wanli Ruoyu could finish speaking, the servant said impatiently.

"Is progress always about lecturing people? Is there never a word of encouragement? Are you always hiding your face with a newspaper?"

"I'm reading the newspaper."

"What are you looking at? There are only a few pages, you can't keep flipping through them, and the pictures aren't even that nice."

"You...I...pour the tea."

“Young Master, you entered with full confidence, but when you left, look at your dejected appearance.”

The servant put down the teapot and left with brisk steps.

Wanli Ruoyu put down the newspaper, stretched her neck, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Where are you going?"

"Take a magnifying glass. People with presbyopia can't even see the smallest picture in the bottom right corner."

Wanli Ruoyu snorted softly, poured herself some tea, and said indignantly.

"I can read, I can read a lot of words, and besides, my eyesight is not bad."

******

Not a single cloud graced the sky, and the scorching sun baked the earth. At the dining table, the family of three sat together eating. Wanli Fuguang used his spoon to feed his mother a bite of pigeon. He then picked up some cabbage and tofu, looking expectantly at his mother.

"Not bad, an improvement from last time."

The mother's eyes fell on the white porridge, and Wanli Fuguang immediately picked up the bowl and fed the porridge to his mother.

"Did you add sugar?"

"Oh, I forgot. I'll redo it for you."

"The porridge was cooked in a rice cooker, so there's no need to remake it. The plain cabbage soup, on the other hand, had no flavor."

Wanli Ruoyu suddenly blurted out a sentence and shook her head.

"Dad, you can eat other dishes. Mom, I made porridge myself, it's thicker than the rice cooker kind, don't you like thick porridge? I'll make you another bowl for a late-night snack."

"I don't eat late-night snacks because I'm afraid of gaining weight, so please make it for me next time. What gift did you bring me? Take me to see it!"

The mother, with an expectant look on her face, nudged Wanli Fuguang's arm like a little girl.

Wanli Fuguang put his arm around his mother's shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and chattered on and on with a broad smile.

"The nail polish is newly made. Necklaces, rings, bracelets... I had the artisans meticulously craft them, first dyeing the diamonds with fragrance, and then..."

Wanli Fuguang and her son left the table with smiles on their faces. Wanli Ruoyu's servant took a white cup, put a calcium tablet in it, and handed it to Wanli Ruoyu.

Wanli Ruoyu took the white cup and asked in a resentful voice.

"Aren't calcium supplements usually taken after meals?"

"This meal should be eaten during regular mealtime."

"why?"

"Is plain cabbage tasteless? Taking calcium supplements is like adding calcium acetate."

Wanli Ruoyu put down her chopsticks, glanced at the servant beside her, and said indignantly.

"There was a whole table of food, and he didn't even offer me a single bite. Am I not his father?!"

Wanli Ruoyu picked up a white cup bigger than her own face, tilted her head back, and swallowed a calcium tablet.

"What? You've taken a liking to white cups and saucers again lately?"

The servant took the white cup and sighed.

"Didn't the young master specifically instruct the kitchen to make this poached chicken for you?"

"Of all the dishes on the table, I love the poached chicken the most. But it turns out, the poached chicken wasn't made by him."

"The dishes on the table must all be things that little girl likes to eat. She definitely doesn't like poached chicken. Besides, whatever the young master feeds her, the madam eats. She even ate several bites of braised pork, which she doesn't usually eat. Everyone else is much more picky."

"It's just the three of us at the table. The others... sigh... you... you're the person next to me, and you never speak up for me."

Wanli Ruoyu glared at the servant, turned the table, picked up the poached chicken, and was about to eat when the servant said slowly.

"Fortunately, the young master spent a long time working in the kitchen. I begged and pleaded to stay in the kitchen for half a day, and even drank vinegar from a white cup. Only then did the young master lazily open his mouth to the chef."

"I'm so shameless... I..."

In a fit of anger, Wanli Ruoyu slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "bang," glared at the servant, and was about to curse.

The servant waved his hand, signaling to the other waiting servants.

"That's enough! I'm full! Also, next time, get a different chef to make the poached chicken; this chef's is not good."

Wanli Ruoyu stared blankly at the servant, reached out and grabbed the poached chicken, stuffing it into her mouth.

The servant picked up a damp towel, squeezed Wanli Ruoyu's fingers, wiped the grease off his hands, and nodded.

"That's right, even knowing you can't win against the lady, you still get jealous."

"I'm going to fight for it."

Wanli Ruoyu walked with his head held high and chest out, and went up to the bedroom on the third floor, where he moved closer to his wife and Wanli Fuguang.

"Mom, look, these buildings in the middle of this development are for you, you can give these surrounding buildings to your friends, and you can sell the rest of the buildings and keep all the proceeds."

Wanli Fuguang held the tablet and carefully pointed out the building above to his mother.

"You're not giving it to anyone else? You're only giving it to myself?"

The mother touched the handmade scarf around her neck and stared at Wanli Fuguang with a smile.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving."

Wanli Fuguang strode confidently and closed the door with ease.

The mother touched the scarf and said unwillingly.

"No matter how ugly the daughter-in-law is, she has to meet her parents-in-law. Why keep her hidden away?"

Wanli Ruoyu touched her empty neck and said unwillingly.

"Knit one for me too!"

Their son, with his fit physique and dashing appearance, had returned, and both of them looked at him with a hint of surprise.

"Dad, do you need a car?"

Upon hearing her son's words, Wanli Ruoyu proudly raised her head, straightened her spirits, and glanced arrogantly at the servant beside her.

The servant looked down at Wanli Ruoyu, that wretched old man, and sneered inwardly.

Wanli Ruoyu cleared her throat, her voice deep and resonant.

"The car...I..."

The mother waved.

"Your dad has a car, you don't need to give it to him, you can give it to your friend!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."