Around 5 p.m., the last rays of the setting sun streamed through the window, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. At this moment, the two inside, after a passionate and intense lovemaking session, finally came to a stop.

Wang Hu roughly dragged Zhang Yun, who was standing by the aisle, onto the bed, then took off his clothes and covered him with a blanket.

Meanwhile, Liu Ying was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner for Wang Hu. She skillfully chopped and stir-fried vegetables, and in no time, a sumptuous and delicious meal was laid out on the table.

Liu Ying also took out a bottle of her treasured wine and poured a glass for herself and Wang Hu. The two sat facing each other, enjoying the food and wine while chatting in hushed tones, creating a particularly warm and romantic atmosphere.

After finishing her meal, Liu Ying's face flushed, as alluring as a ripe apple. She gently leaned on Wang Hu's shoulder, cuddling tenderly with him for a moment.

Good times always pass too quickly, and before long, Wang Hu got up to leave. Because Liu Ying needed to visit her parents' home tomorrow according to tradition, Wang Hu decided not to stay in the county town tonight, but to drive home instead.

As Wang Hu drove into his yard, he saw his parents getting out of a taxi. He quickly parked and rushed over, asking, "Mom, where have you been?"

Feng Fenfen replied with an unhappy expression, "Do we have to report to you, you brat, where we go?" Wang Hu felt a little wronged after hearing his mother's words, but he still held back his anger.

Wang Jianguo, the father standing nearby, explained, "Your mother is thinking of buying a house in the county town, and she went to look at a few today. But she always feels that they're all too expensive!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu frowned and asked in confusion, "How much is expensive? Does our small county town really have houses worth 100 million? I just transferred a whole 100 million to you not long ago!"

Hearing his son say this, Wang Jianguo shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Sigh, that's not how it is. We found a pretty big house in the eastern part of the city, about 140 square meters, but they're asking for 400,000 yuan right off the bat!"

Wang Hu, looking speechless, exclaimed, "Oh, it's only 400,000! That's not expensive at all! If you like it, just buy it! Why worry about the price?"

Feng Fenfen glared at him fiercely and retorted irritably, "You make it sound so easy! Do you think everyone spends money as lavishly as you? Other people's houses sell for only 200,000, but mine costs 400,000. Isn't this just blatantly trying to rip me off?"

Wang Hu quickly put on a smile and said, "Mom, we're not short of money right now. What would I do with all the money I earn if I didn't spend it on you?"

Hearing this, Feng Fenfen was actually quite pleased, feeling that her son was quite filial, so she stopped making things difficult for Wang Hu. She turned around and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, a startled cry came from inside: "Dad, what are you doing cooking here!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu hurriedly followed his father, Wang Jianguo, into the kitchen. There, they saw Grandpa Tiger standing in front of the stove, intently simmering a pot of water in preparation for cooking. On the dining table beside him, several plates of steaming, fragrant stir-fried dishes were already laid out.

Seeing this, Wang Jianguo hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Dad, didn't we specifically tell someone to bring us food before we left? Why did you cook for yourself?"

Wang Hu's grandfather, looking energetic and speaking in a loud voice, said, "The lunch we had today was quite good, but when I asked about the price, it was over a hundred yuan! It would be so much better to buy something else with that money. I can cook at home myself, why waste this money!" After saying that, the old man shook his head with some heartache.

Standing to the side, Wang Hu thought to himself, "It seems that the root of our family's habit of saving money lies here!" Indeed, back then, it was really not easy for the old man to raise three sons and two daughters. In those difficult years, thrift naturally became a habit.

At this moment, Feng Fenfen smiled and took the pot and ladle from the old man's hands, continuing to prepare lunch. Wang Hu carefully helped his grandfather back to his seat, then said to him earnestly, "Grandpa, didn't I tell you before? Your grandson is making a lot of money now! If you don't spend the money I earn, who else can spend it?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu's grandfather immediately smiled with satisfaction and praised him repeatedly, "My good grandson, you are so capable and filial! Grandpa knows you can earn money to support the family now, but we still have to be careful with our money and not waste it..." In this way, the old man talked and talked to Wang Hu about the importance of diligence and thrift.

However, Wang Hu wasn't annoyed by his grandfather's nagging. On the contrary, he sat there quietly listening, his heart filled with happiness. Time passed quietly in the warm conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and before they knew it, all the delicious food had been prepared and served on the table.

Wang Hu couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, take a bite of food, and taste it. After chewing a few times, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise, "Grandpa, the food you make is absolutely amazing! It not only looks and smells delicious, but the texture is also superb. It's even better than what chefs at restaurants make!"

Upon hearing this, Grandpa's face immediately lit up with joy, his eyes narrowing into slits as he laughed. He kept saying, "Haha, I'm glad you like it. Eat more then, and Grandpa will make you something even more delicious next time!" His smile was as radiant as a flower blooming in spring.

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