"What the heck? When did your brother agree to buy you a car?"

"What do you need a car for, you student? Why don't you think about something better all day? Put all that energy into your studies and stop worrying about useless things."

Unexpectedly, before Sheng Xiping could even speak, Sheng Liancheng got angry, looking furious with his beard bristling and eyes wide open.

That's why I didn't have any tools on hand; otherwise, I would have definitely grabbed them and given my son a good beating.

"Dad, look at you, why are you so angry?"

I promised Lao Liu that if he could get into a university similar to Lao San's, I would buy him a car after he graduated.

Back then, he had a job and could get a car, but big cities aren't like Songjianghe. The area is so vast; you can't get around without a car.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Xiping quickly explained and reassured his father.

"You just keep spoiling him; you're making him so arrogant."

He wasn't taking the exam for anyone else; it was for himself. He wanted to get into a good school so he could have a good job and a better life.

Sheng Liancheng was clearly still angry, and as he spoke, he glared at Sheng Xitai.

"Yes, yes, Dad is right. If he's doing well, then the family will have one less thing to worry about, right?"

"If he's a good-for-nothing, always getting into fights and messing around, wouldn't you and Mom be worried sick every day, unable to sleep? Right?" Sheng Xiping said with a smile.

Sheng Liancheng was about to retort when he saw Aunt Li move aside and come into the house, so he changed his mind. "Sixth Brother, aren't you going to take the table?"

Sheng Xitai saw it too, and hurriedly came forward to take the table, unfolded it, and then went out to get a stool and put it in.

The Sheng sisters, Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei, went to the kitchen to get the food.

Before long, the table was filled with steaming dishes: sauerkraut stewed with pork ribs, chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork, cabbage and vermicelli, and a fish.

The Sheng family kitchen has three stoves, and the kang (heated brick bed) is warm even in winter, so Aunt Li mainly makes stews.

Stewed dishes are good because they have broth and don't get cold easily. Eating hot, soupy dishes in the dead of winter is very comforting.

"Auntie, sit down and eat with us." Auntie Li brought up the food and turned to leave when Sheng Xiping called out to her.

"No need, no need, Xinhua and I have already eaten lunch. This was specially prepared for you." Aunt Li waved her hand and smiled when she heard this.

Zhou Qinglan's class is in the senior year of high school this year. The coursework is heavy and there is no winter vacation, so she has to go to work every day.

Zhou Qinglan would come home for lunch after get off work. Besides, the children were too young to eat two meals a day, so the Sheng family always ate three meals a day.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Xiping nodded, "Oh, okay, then we'll eat first."

As he spoke, Sheng Xiping turned to look at Sheng Xinhua and the others, "Where are you guys? Are you hungry right now? Come and eat something if you are."

Sheng Xinhua and the others shook their heads. They had eaten lunch, and it was only a little past two in the afternoon, so they weren't hungry at all.

The children weren't eating, but Sheng Xiping and the others were hungry, so they ignored everything else and started eating.

Aunt Li is a good cook; the dishes are delicious. People who have been away from home for a long time miss this home-cooked meal.

So we ate quite a bit at the meal; there were four dishes on the table, but in the end, we barely left any food.

"Oh dear, I'm so full. Home-cooked meals are the best."

After finishing his meal, Sheng Xitai lazily slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

"All you do all day is eat and be lazy. People who don't know you would think you're not getting enough to eat at school, always causing trouble."

Sheng Liancheng was still angry that he hadn't been able to teach his youngest son a lesson, and he still didn't like the look of his son.

"Dad, it's not that the food in the cafeteria isn't filling, it's that the food is just enough to fill you up."

"If you ask me, no food anywhere can compare to home-cooked meals," Sheng Xitai chuckled, trying to explain.

Sheng Liancheng rolled his eyes at his youngest son, then turned and picked up Sheng Xinyue to comfort his granddaughter.

Zhou Qinglan didn't have evening classes today. She stayed at school for a while and then went home around 6 p.m.

Several of Yu Haibin's comrades-in-arms came to join him a while ago.

Remembering Sheng Xiping's instructions, Zhou Qinglan arranged for someone to be her driver, who would take the two boys to school every day and then take her to work.

When winter vacation started, Sheng Xinhua and his classmates stopped going to class and stayed at home, so the driver became Zhou Qinglan's personal chauffeur.

Sheng Liancheng and his wife had heard their son talk about it and agreed with it.

Society is too chaotic these days, and Sheng Xiping is now famous and everyone knows he's rich. I'm afraid he might really run into someone who's audacious enough to do something outrageous.

Zhou Qinglan was quite happy to see her husband and in-laws return. After having dinner with the children, she chatted with her in-laws.

Sheng Xiping and the others were quite tired after their long journey back by car. They chatted for a while and then went to rest early.

Sheng Liancheng and his wife lived in the suite in the east room. There was a stove pit at the head of the kang (a heated brick bed), and Aunt Li had heated the kang early in the morning. The room was also heated, so it wasn't cold at all.

The four children adored their grandparents and insisted on sleeping with them. Fortunately, the kang (a heated brick bed) was quite large, so they had plenty of room and were allowed to sleep together.

Sheng Yunfang and Sheng Yunfei lived with Aunt Li in the second room of the west wing, while Sheng Xitai lived alone in the suite in the west wing.

After everyone was settled, Sheng Xiping opened the suitcase he had brought back and started unpacking his things.

"Honey, this totals 100,000 yuan. When you have time, send 20,000 yuan to Mom's side."

Isn't Qingyue and his girlfriend getting married next summer? I heard they don't have a house yet and are going to rent one for their wedding?

Don't bother with that. Just give them the money and let them buy a house.

"Huh? You're going to pay for Qingyue's house? No need, right? Both of them work and earn money. They can save up for a few years and wait for their workplace to provide housing for them, then they can buy a house."

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