Xu Zhengming in the kitchen, whether instructing his daughter or his grandson and grandnephew, focuses primarily on Xu Ling.
Xu Ling also knows she must learn everything her father knows so she can pass it on to her nephew and her own son.
"You should do it this way." Watching Xu Ling, who was nimble on her feet, Xu Zhengming couldn’t help but think of his son, who was really not on the sa level.
Back when his son learned, just a bit of guidance and he got it all, never making a mistake again, but with his daughter, he didn’t even know how many tis he had to point things out.
In the past, Xu Zhengming would have been angry, but now he holds it in, because being harsh would only frighten his daughter into inaction.
Xu Ling was indeed very nervous, recalling the tis as a child when she entered the kitchen to learn; compared to her brother, she was really far behind.
"If only brother were here." Thinking of her brother who died young, Xu Ling wanted to cry.
"Enough." Xu Zhengming was unwilling to hear about how good his son was, as it only deepened his heartache; he would rather sit alone in a room reminiscing about his son, rembering how busy he was in the kitchen.
"You’re not bad, though not as good as your brother, but you should know your cooking is better than many."
"The Xu family’s burden will fall to you; if you don’t stand up, think about how your nephew and son will manage."
"Do you think you alone can maintain the family’s current foundation?"
Talking about her son and nephew, ntioning other things was pointless, but bringing up two of her only three relatives, Xu Ling repeatedly told herself she couldn’t be weak.
If she gave in, backed down, it would only let others force their way, rembering how people used to bully step by step.
"Dad, I understand."
Seeing his daughter’s determined expression, Xu Zhengming nodded; this was how it should be, "By the way, later, go chat with your Uncle Zhuge, and have a drink with them."
While he had many friends, Xu Zhengming trusted only two, honestly feeling sha over asking for help again, just wanting to set the restaurant up, not only to make so money, but to also let old friends know he’s here.
Xu Zhengming knew that there would be people willing to help if he asked, but would they truly be sincere? Wouldn’t they bully Xu Ling and her family in the future?
Luckily, Zhuge Zhi and the others heard the news; Xu Zhengming knew a bit about their current status.
For instance, the young people following Zhuge Zhi looked unremarkable, yet each was quite accomplished, successful in their careers.
Knowing they’re not overbearing, he felt if anything should happen in the future, there would at least be soone to help out.
"Dad." Listening to a tone like entrusting a last wish, Xu Ling felt like crying; could it be his health isn’t good? Yet every ti she suggested accompanying him to the hospital, he refused.
"I’m fine, rest assured, I won’t have any problems until I see you succeed." Until he passed on the Xu family’s secrets, Xu Zhengming dared not fall ill.
Xu Zhengming didn’t want to be reprimanded by his parents and grandparents after he was gone.
"Dad, saying that, I’d rather not succeed." Xu Ling stubbornly said, not caring if she would be scolded by her father.
"You, you unfilial daughter, you want to anger to death." Xu Zhengming understood Xu Ling wished to avoid any harm to him, but such words from this child were infuriating.
With each thought, anger rose, breathing beca rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
"Dad, I..." Xu Ling knew Xu Zhengming would be upset, but hadn’t expected him to be this angry, startling her quite a bit.
Amidst her anxiety, Xu Ling suddenly rembered Zhuge Zhi was a doctor, a very skilled one, "I’ll go find Uncle Zhuge."
"Don’t go." Xu Zhengming pulled Xu Ling back; he couldn’t let Zhuge Zhi examine him, or his hidden condition would be exposed.
"Dad." She wondered why her father didn’t want her to find Uncle Zhuge; there must be a reason, Xu Ling was increasingly anxious.
"I’m fine, I just thought of your deceased brother, and my heart..."
When Xu Zhengming ntioned it, what could Xu Ling do? Her heart ached, she wanted to cry but held it in, knowing her father’s mood wasn’t great, crying would only worsen it.
Gong Ruini was shocked, she only ca to catch Wan Yihui sneaking into the kitchen for food, yet overheard such news, what was happening.
"Let’s go back." Zhao Xuran tugged the stunned Gong Ruini, indicating this wasn’t the place to talk, while also signaling Wan Yihui to keep quiet.
"Brother Xuran, you said..." Gong Ruini was eting Xu Zhengming for the first ti, though she’d heard good things through Zhuge Zhi, she hadn’t seen him in years, who knew how he was now.
Moreover, she always felt this restaurant was set up to attract Zhuge and the others, what matter required their presence, and why not seek help in person.
The more Gong Rui thought, the more issues she saw, knowing Zhuge Zhi’s group were worldly and not easily deceived, but old friendships might cloud judgnt.
Zhao Xuran felt the sa but thought Ni Zi might be overthinking, "Maybe he wants Grandpa Zhuge and the others to watch over his family a bit."
"And Old Xu’s health isn’t great." Zhao Xuran sensed tones of leaving last wishes in the conversation, but this scenario was tricky.
Even hearing unfinished words, though the place seed in decline, the days weren’t too bad.
Perhaps there were more assets, involving true care for them would be tiring, might spur gossip they’re in it for money.
No matter how much the Xu family might have, Zhao Xuran didn’t think much of it, couldn’t they earn on their own?
Her intuition seed right, "So what to do." With Old Xu concealing and unwilling to speak, how could they tell Zhuge Zhi, Gong Ruini felt it difficult.
"I’ll go talk." Asking what to do, didn’t it an she wanted him to address the situation?
"Rember you owe one." Zhao Xuran didn’t forget to mark Gong Ruini down another favor owed.
What, this was her favor too? Gong Ruini widened her eyes in disbelief at Zhao Xuran, what was this, not even her relative, despite them all overhearing, why was she the one indebted.
"You were supposed to talk, but you wouldn’t, leaving to do it." Zhao Xuran calmly pointed out where Gong Ruini’s debt lay.
Ahhh, was that really her owed favor too? Gong Ruini was about to lose her mind.
"Not convinced?"
Despite feeling rebellious, Gong Ruini could only weakly assent.
Even if she owed a favor, what difference did it make, Gong Ruini decided to simply consider it a debt, as debts piled up and were dragged out, so what?
Who said Zhao Xuran was using this thod to earn a favor?
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