Chapter 225
Chapter 225
When Deaf Granny and Hemp-clad Grandmother asked Zhao Aiguo, he did not answer immediately.
Instead, he looked toward Chang Huaiyuan, the Chang Family Patriarch.
Chang Huaiyuan understood that Zhao Aiguo was deferring to him and said with a smile,
“Among all living beings, humanity holds the honored place.
“As the ‘parent-official’ responsible for this region, Brother Zhao may speak freely. I, Chang, am listening with full attention.”
Zhao Aiguo nodded and slowly began,
“Old Auntie taught us that every child and grandchild has a fate of their own. As elders, we need only teach by word and example and provide them with good role models.
“When trouble comes, the children still have to face it and deal with it themselves!
“Flowers raised in a greenhouse can’t withstand wind and rain!”
Chang Huaiyuan smiled and nodded as he listened.
“Zhao Qingtian speaks wisely!
“A sword’s sharp edge comes from grinding, and the plum blossom’s fragrance from bitter cold!
“The young master physician comes from an illustrious family and bears a blood feud. His path was never destined to be smooth.
“It will be good for him to experience hardship and danger sooner rather than later!”
Deaf Granny and Hemp-clad Grandmother fell into thought after hearing them.
Even so, they still could not bring themselves to let Hua Jiunan face the danger alone.
Seeing this, Zhao Aiguo turned to the timid Zhao Fei.
“Didn’t you have something to say to Grandma? Say it now. Dad supports you!”
Only then did Zhao Fei raise his head. He looked at Deaf Granny with grievance and determination in his eyes.
“Grandma, I may be a little slow and stupid, but I still understand that kindness must be repaid.
“Hua Boss is using Guoyin to save his mother this time. I have to go with him.
“If you won’t let me… then even if I have to slit my own throat, I’ll still go along and do my part!”
Instead of stopping him, Zhao Aiguo patted Zhao Fei’s shoulder with pride.
“Good son! A true man knows what he must do and what he must never do!
“Now you’re acting like my good son!”
The Zhao father and son spoke with such loyalty and feeling that even Eighth Master Chang’s opinion of Zhao Fei improved immensely.
“Little Fatty, if you can lose some weight, Eighth Master will do his best to take you along whenever we flee for our lives in the future…”
While everyone else spoke, Chen Fu was not idle.
He walked over to the unconscious Chen Daji, took a mouthful of tea, and sprayed it across his son’s face.
Chen Daji jerked awake. The enormous face right in front of him plainly gave him a fright, and he shot upright.
“Holy fuck! What manner of monster dares wake this young master from his boundless dream of romance?
“Oh, it’s you, Dad… What is it? Time to eat?”
Chen Fu looked at the still-confused Chen Daji and cursed irritably,
“Eat, eat, eat! All you fucking know is eating from morning to night. Why don’t you stuff yourself to death?”
At that, confusion suddenly appeared on Chen Fu’s face. He muttered softly,
“It really is fucking strange!
“You two eat the same food. How come my nephew Zhao Fei grows so plump and prosperous, while my little bastard is as skinny as a baby chick…?”
As his father pondered “individual differences in nutrient absorption,” Chen Daji suddenly remembered something important.
“Huh? Why is Big Brother asleep?
“Didn’t we agree to use Guoyin together and save Mother?
“What, has the plan been delayed?!”
Seeing Chen Daji and Zhao Fei show such devotion and loyalty toward Hua Jiunan filled Deaf Granny with emotion and pride.
At the same time, she decided to let the “three youngsters” face this trial themselves.
The old woman looked at Chen Daji with a genial smile and said gently,
“My foolish grandson, mortals can only perform Guoyin at night.
“You three young masters should sleep a while longer and gather your strength.
“Only after you’ve eaten and drunk your fill will you have the energy for serious business!”
Chen Daji was simple-minded and easy to fool. He did not question Deaf Granny’s words and lay back down on his own.
“It’s still warmer under the quilt… Grandma, I’m craving pork knuckle.
“Have my mom make a whole basin of it tonight.”
Zhao Fei secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then climbed onto the heated brick bed without standing on ceremony.
“Little Chick, move the fuck over and make room for Lord Fatty.”
Only then did Chen Daji realize that Zhao Fei was also going with them.
“Fatty Zhao, you can’t even beat a few paper figures. Can you stay out of the way instead of tagging along and making trouble?
“Go find somewhere cool and stay there!”
Zhao Fei did not get angry. Instead, he immediately shot back,
“Lord Fatty can’t beat the paper figures, but I can beat you!
“What? If you disagree, let’s go outside and spar right now!”
Chen Daji stared blankly.
Remembering how Zhao Fei “ravaged” him every time they fought, he found himself at a loss for words.
He could only think inwardly,
*Fuck!*
*Going by that ranking, does this mean I can’t beat the paper figures either…?*