Fang Che chuckled: "You're an old bird now, staying in the nest waiting for the young ones to show respect."
Fang Yunzheng was even more displeased: "Are you saying I'm old?"
"..."
Fang Che realized that his dad had become more relaxed around him lately, and was even starting to lose his temper?
He mumbled: "You and mom are getting along well now, even your tempers are similar."
Fang Yunzheng was furious: "Are you saying I'm like a woman?"
Fang Che: "..."
He raised his hands in surrender: "I was wrong."
"What were you wrong about?"
"I was wrong about everything."
"... Let's get serious, where's the stuff?" Fang Yunzheng asked bluntly.
Fang Che handed over a small pile of resources to Fang Yunzheng, and then gave some less important things to his dad: "To distribute among the family kids. Just dole out small amounts over time, so they don't take it for granted."
