While cooking, Feng Haidong chatted with his father.

The sound of the iron gate to their small courtyard being opened was followed by the voice of their son, Feng Qifan, coming from inside the yard.

"Dad, I'm home! Dad, I have something important to tell you, I..."

As Feng Qifan spoke, he stepped into the house. Upon entering, he was stunned to see his two grandfathers sitting between the living room and the kitchen.

After a moment of surprise, Feng Qifan happily rushed towards his grandfather.

"Grandpa, what brings you here?"

Feng Chun-gu hugged her grandson and said with a smile, "Oh, shouldn't you put your schoolbag down first? And say hello to your grandpa Bao'an."

Feng Qifan quickly turned around and greeted Feng Baoan, "Hello, Grandpa Baoan."

Feng Baoan said cheerfully, "Okay, school's over?"

Feng Qifan nodded and said, "Yes, school's over."

Then Feng Qifan suddenly remembered that his father had said that Grandpa Bao'an would send crayfish to their family, which his father used for his business at the night market.

He immediately looked at Grandpa Bao'an and asked, "Grandpa Bao'an, are you here to deliver crayfish to our family?"

Feng Baoan said with a smile, "Yes, Xiao Fan is really smart."

Then, Feng Baoan added, "But this time, Grandpa Baoan collected a lot of crayfish for your family, so he couldn't deliver them to you. Luckily, your grandpa helped find a car."

Feng Qifan put down his schoolbag and asked his grandfather, "Grandpa, why didn't Grandma come with us?"

Feng Chungu said, "Your grandma does miss you, but as you know, she also has the chickens, ducks, and geese at home, so she can't leave."

Before her grandson could speak, Feng Chungu added, "Grandma keeps talking about you. She said she wants you to go back with your parents this weekend so she can make you some fried goose eggs."

Feng Qifan immediately said, "The goose laid eggs? Grandpa, have you and Grandma eaten any? Were they delicious?"

Feng Chungu said, "Your grandma won't let you eat it. She said she'll make it for you when you and your siblings go back."

Feng Qifan said, "Grandpa, then go home and tell Grandma that I said you and Grandma should eat first and help us taste it."

Upon hearing this, Feng Chungu immediately laughed: "Grandpa wouldn't dare say that, otherwise Grandma would scold him, wouldn't she?"

Feng Qifan said, "Then I'll go back and tell Grandma when the weekend comes."

Feng Chungu nodded: "That's right. When you have time off on Saturday and Sunday, go back and tell Grandma. Then she'll be willing to eat it."

Feng Haidong listened from the kitchen, and he knew in his heart that his parents favored their family.

Although on the surface, the parents treat all their children equally, and they also treat the third generation basically the same.

But because Feng Qifan is their only grandson, his grandparents secretly prefer him.

Feng Chungu looked at her grandson and suddenly remembered what her grandson had said when he came in.

"Fanfan, when you came in, didn't you say you had something important to tell Dad? What is it? Can Grandpa and Grandpa Bao'an hear it together?"

When Feng Qifan heard his grandfather ask, he immediately remembered and quickly said, "Yes, Grandpa, I have something important to tell you."

Feng Haidong said with a smile from the kitchen, "Then just say it."

Feng Qifan stood in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room, and then said earnestly, "Grandpa, Grandpa Bao'an, Dad, my teacher asked me today how my violin studies are going. I said I've been studying and can already play several complete pieces independently."

Our teacher said that I would represent our class and perform a song at the school-wide celebration on Children's Day.

After saying this, Feng Qifan puffed out his chest with a touch of pride.

Seeing her grandson's appearance, Feng Chungu smiled and said, "Great job! My grandson is going to perform for the whole school, so he must prepare carefully."

Feng Baoan clapped along and said, "They're going to perform for the whole school? Xiao Fan is really amazing!"

After listening to his grandfather and Bao'an's praise, Feng Qifan turned his head to look into the kitchen, his eyes revealing an undisguised anticipation.

When he saw his father in the kitchen, he saw his father give him a thumbs up.

“Great job! Dad knew my son would do great. Dad believes you can perform well. When you go to Teacher Hu’s place on Friday, talk to Teacher Hu and ask him to choose a suitable piece for you. Practice well before Children’s Day.”

Hearing her father's praise, especially seeing him give her a thumbs up.

This really gave Feng Qifan a lot of encouragement.

Although he had promised his homeroom teacher, Ms. Yan, at school, he still had some doubts, so the first thing he wanted to do when he got home was to discuss it with his father.

Seeing his grandfather and Bao'an's grandfather there, Feng Qifan still proudly told them what had happened.

After speaking, he was still a little nervous, worried that he wouldn't be able to perform well.

But now, seeing her father give her a thumbs-up and encourage her, and even helping her think of a piece to ask her violin teacher, Mr. Hu, for help, and then practice more at home.

Feng Qifan seemed to suddenly feel more confident.

He smiled and nodded vigorously to his father, saying, "Okay, Dad, I will definitely prepare well."

Feng Haidong said, "Remember what your father told you: as long as we have tried our best, even if the final result is not the best, we should face it with equanimity and not be discouraged."

Feng Qifan said with a smile, "I know, I will work hard and make sure I perform well."

Feng Haidong carried the dishes out of the kitchen, came to his son's side, reached out his other hand to pat his son's head and said, "You have to have this kind of confidence, believe that you can perform well, then you will definitely be able to do it, and Dad believes in you too."

Then, Feng Haidong handed the plate in his hand to his son and said, "Take this dish out and put it on the table."

Feng Qifan paused for a moment, looked at the dishes in front of him, and then reached out to take them.

Feng Haidong added, "Hold the plate with both hands, around the edge, so it won't get hot."

Following his father's instructions, Feng Qifan successfully held the plate without burning his hands on the edge. He carefully carried the dish to the living room table and placed it there.

Having already served a dish, Feng Qifan ran back to the kitchen and asked, "Dad, is there any more?"

While busy at the stove, Feng Haidong said, "Don't rush, one dish at a time."

Feng Chungu and Feng Baoan sat in the living room and watched as the father and son busied themselves, quickly setting the dishes on the table.

During this time, Feng Baoan wanted to help, but Feng Chungu stopped him.

Feng Chungu could naturally see that her son was also teaching his grandson to do more things within his ability, to develop more practical skills, and to gradually become more independent.

Feng Chungu has also gained a new understanding of her fourth son. Not only has she become more composed, but she has also become more flexible in educating her children.

Feng Haidong had just finished preparing a table full of dishes when the courtyard gate opened again, and his wife, Lu Wanling, returned home from get off work.