The old man glared at him. "Did you bully Fang Hua again?"

Fang Rong had nothing to say.

Is Fang Hua your biological son, sir? Why are you so biased?

Wait, his own son?

Considering the old man's age and abilities, he must have been at least a high-ranking official many years ago. If his blood was also extracted during the blood collection process, then it's very possible that they are biological children.

Sigh, when you think about it, it's a real mess. Fang Hua's father is everywhere, and he's all so arrogant.

In this era where family connections matter so much, hasn't Fang Hua already won?

Thinking about it this way, it all makes sense. No wonder the old man was so good to Fang Hua, so good for no reason, almost to the point of spoiling him.

For someone who has only met a few times, no matter how charming Fang Hua is, it's impossible.

The old man must have investigated Fang Hua; it's just that Fang Hua didn't know it.

“I know,” Fang Hua suddenly tilted his head and leaned closer to speak.

"You knew but didn't tell me?" Fang Rong glared at him cautiously, trying not to let the old man see.

The old man disliked Fang Hua the most, and would always speak up for Fang Hua whenever he saw it.

I used to think it was someone standing up for Fang Hua, but now I realize it's actually someone's son, the kind of son who is related to him by blood.

"When did this happen?" Fang Rong wondered to herself, while Fang Hua answered softly.

"I knew it the very first time I appeared, a long, long time ago."

So all of this is just a trap?

He thought he had won over the old man with his cooking skills, but it turned out that the old man had already planned everything and knew everything all along; his only goal was to seduce Fang Hua.

Alas, life is full of pitfalls; one must be careful when stepping into them.

Fang Rong was a little sad. He really thought there were many good people in the world. He had accidentally met some good people who provided him with food, lodging and wages. But it turned out they all had ulterior motives!

"I'm not sad, I'm not sad." Fang Hua reached out to touch Fang Rong's head, but Fang Rong slapped his hand away.

"What's wrong?" The old man paused in his eating, startled awake by the noise.

"Fang Rong is a little sad," Fang Hua answered for him.

"What's wrong?" The first question was directed at Fang Hua, this one was directed at Fang Rong.

"It's nothing, I just thought about my childhood." Fang Rong made up an excuse casually, "I never ate cake when I was a child."

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"Is that so?" the old man said thoughtfully.

Fang Hua secretly made a mental note of it, and then picked up her chopsticks and put another piece of grilled squid on Fang Rong's plate, saying, "This is delicious."

"Mmm, if it's delicious, eat more." Fang Rong picked up another piece for him.

"I want to give some to Fang Rong." Fang Hua put more on his plate.

To avoid the awkwardness of passing the buck, Fang Rong took it anyway, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed it.

To be honest, Fang Rong was a little embarrassed to show affection in front of Fang Hua's father. She became stiff and didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.

The old man raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit acceptance of their relationship.

He should have investigated the process of their reunion and the cause and effect of their past lives long ago.

There was a lot of food prepared; the three of them couldn't possibly finish it all, under normal circumstances. However, Fang Hua's appetite seemed to have increased significantly since he came back, and he finished all the dishes by himself.

Great, there won't be any leftovers anymore.

But why do I always have this feeling that I can't afford to support him?

Is this a complete glutton?

"I'm not a good-for-nothing," Fang Hua retorted, dissatisfied.

"Don't eavesdrop on what I'm saying."

The birthday celebration ended abruptly. The birthday rituals—lighting candles, smearing white on faces, and eating cake—were followed flawlessly, leaving only empty plates and bowls on the table.

The old man had already gone to sleep, leaving only the two of them to clean up. In fact, it was Fang Rong who was cleaning up, while Fang Hua was making a mess.

"Fang Rong, go upstairs and rest. I'll take care of things here," Fang Hua offered.

What can you do?

“I can do the dishes,” Fang Hua insisted. “Fang Rong has been working hard all day and needs to rest.”

"What do you mean I'm tired?" He's in great shape since becoming a superhuman, so this little bit of work is nothing.

"Anyway, Fang Rong needs to rest." He couldn't say that he had taken Fang Rong a whole day to finish. In reality, he was very, very tired, but because he had deceived his nerves, he didn't know it himself.

"Alright then, just don't blow up the kitchen." Fang Rong kept turning back to look at Fang Hua, afraid that he would destroy the kitchen.

"No, it won't happen." Fang Hua waved his hand, urging him to leave quickly.

Fang Rong went upstairs alone, practiced fighting in the ring for a while, and then picked up a magazine to read. She almost fell asleep while reading, but Fang Hua still hadn't come up.

He knew it was Fang Hua's birthday today, so he didn't dare eat too much, knowing that Fang Hua would definitely want more.

Fang Rong waited and waited, but Fang Hua still didn't come up. He gradually lost patience and just wanted to sleep.

What's wrong? Did you suddenly change your mind today and decide to let him off the hook?

He was thinking about it for a while, then tilted his head and fell asleep.

He was woken up in the middle of the night by the urge to urinate. As soon as he opened his eyes, Fang Hua was holding a dark, fleshy thing and came close to him, which startled him. "What's wrong with you?"

Is this dark and terrifying?

"I made a cake hoping Fang Rong would see it as soon as she woke up," Fang Hua said, looking aggrieved.

"Cake?" Fang Rong glanced at it and realized that the dark lump was actually a cake.

Is the outer coating chocolate?

Because the coating was applied too thickly in some areas and too thinly in others, the edges cracked.

"Why did you make a cake?" You stayed up all night to make a cake and wait for me to come back?

"Hmm." Fang Hua placed the cake on the table and cut it with a knife. "Fang Rong said she had never eaten cake when she was a child."

Fang Rong was both amused and exasperated. "Things from when I was a child are in the past. Now I can make whatever I want to eat."

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