To be honest, he didn't particularly like his two sons either, but since they could support him in his old age, they were worth paying some attention to.
He was in a good mood and planned to sneak into Fan Debiao's house again tonight to look for more money. Relying solely on Guan Guiling wasn't going to cut it. But he wouldn't go in openly—that was something only Guan Guiling could do.
He chuckled to himself and hummed a tune.
It was a song celebrating his own cleverness!
"Brother Yufeng, I ran into the pork seller today and bought half a pound of meat. I'll stir-fry it for you later," Guan Guiling said. She hadn't found a buyer for the job yet, so she was still working as usual. With the family's finances improving recently, she had started splurging on meat.
Zheng Yufeng: "Add some chili peppers to it."
"Alright."
Guan Guiling: "Brother Yufeng..."
"Mom! Dad! Come out! Come out right now!"
