The two looked up and saw Jiang Peitian walking over with his hands behind his back. The three little ones called out in unison:

"grandfather."

"Why."

Jiang Peitian was almost melted by that shout. The resentment he had felt earlier dissipated. He picked up Jiang Chengjin as usual and said, "My dear grandson, did you miss your grandpa today?"

Jiang Chengjin nodded:

Yes, there is.

Jiang Peitian added:

"Is it something you say, or something you think?"

Jiang Zhanhong continued picking grapes, glancing at his silly older brother. Jiang Chengjin hesitated for a moment, then, as expected, said, "You think it but don't mean it."

Jiang Zhanhong smiled and said, "Idiot."

Although Jiang Peitian didn't get a satisfactory answer, he still laughed out loud:

"It seems your younger brother is smarter. But it's alright, Grandpa still loves you the most. Next time Grandpa asks you, remember to tell him what you think."

Seeing his doting attitude, Wen Zhaoye was at a loss. Fortunately, he didn't have high expectations for his child; he just wanted him to be an upright person in the future, and to live a happy and healthy life.

If you have the ability, then help him expand his business far and wide; if you don't, then work harder yourself so that he can enjoy your company.

Wen Jiaojiao walked to the other side of the vegetable garden path:

"Mom, you've turned this vegetable garden upside down, there's nowhere for bugs to hide."

Wearing a straw hat, Xu Cuifen worked tirelessly, hoeing the ground. What was originally several acres of garden land had been transformed into a mix of vegetable garden and orchard. Sweating profusely, she said:

"Mom's just doing nothing. Now that the three kids are all grown up and don't need to worry about anything, I'm so tired from sleeping all the time. I might as well get some exercise."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't say much, after all, Wen Xiaojian was even busier than her, looking like he was in prison for reform, always finding something to do.

She felt a sense of comfort she had never experienced before: she was rich, had a good husband, and a bunch of kids. Most importantly, both sets of parents were good people. This was truly the best life she could have.

Just then, Jiang Chengjin said:

"Grandpa, let me tell you, Dad doesn't like to wear clothes at home either. I just saw it with my own eyes. It seems I inherited it from him, so you're not allowed to say that to me next time."

The adults froze, but Wen Zhaoye was the first to react. His face darkened, and he stepped forward to pick up Jiang Chengjin, covering his mouth as he did so. The next second, they heard another small, childlike voice:

"That's right, and..."

Wen Jiaojiao quickly covered Wen Bao'er's mouth, then picked her up and headed home.

I take back my previous thought; I really don't want these two kids at all.

Unable to save face, Wen Zhaoye also left with Jiang Chengjin in his arms.

Jiang Peitian was momentarily at a loss for words, and could only awkwardly pick up Jiang Zhanhong and say:

“Honghong, let’s stay here for a while, otherwise your dad will take his anger out on me again.”

Jiang Zhanhong was young, but his temperament was remarkably mature. After a moment's thought, he understood and said tactfully:

"It's best not to have any more children. Having a stupid older brother and an idiot younger sister at home, I'm already exhausted enough from playing childish games with them every day."

Jiang Peitian was startled upon hearing this, and then exclaimed in admiration at his intelligence:

“Honghong, Grandpa will still mentor you. I think our Honghong will definitely achieve great things in the future.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye, though still embarrassed by what had just happened, couldn't help but say:

“This is the only child in the family who doesn’t cause any trouble. If you keep him, your ancestral hall won’t last long before you’re put in there. It will be torn down and the land sold off.”

Jiang Peitian's face turned ugly again.

Jiang Zhanhong shrugged his small shoulders and said with an innocent look:

"See? You just won't go in. People will still vent their anger on you. The reason is your mouth. So, Grandpa, you'd better keep quiet from now on."

Jiang Peitian: "Honghong, keep it up! The incense offerings for Grandpa's ancestral hall will depend on you from now on."

Jiang Zhanhong frowned slightly and said:

"I am an atheist."

"You're young, but you're very smart," Jiang Peitian said cheerfully, then patiently explained:

"Honghong, the ancestral hall is really just a place for our elders to leave a mark on this world. Everyone will eventually die."

You know your grandfather, but your children may not, so by that generation, they've completely forgotten him.

But there is an ancestral hall, and people come back every year to offer incense; they all know of their ancestors' existence.

Jiang Zhanhong immediately understood and said, "I understand, Grandpa."

Jiang Peitian said earnestly:

"So, even if you're so poor that you only have one dollar left... you can't tear down my ancestral hall with your brother."

Wen Zhaoye, who was walking ahead, chuckled helplessly upon hearing this.

After the three little ones brought the bamboo basket back, Wen Jiaojiao began preparing to brew wine at the dining table.

Wen Zhaoye sat in a chair and helped cut each grape along with a section of the stem. Wen Jiaojiao used a little flour water to wash off the white frost on the grapes.

The three little ones knelt on the chairs, their upper bodies leaning on either side of the table, occasionally reaching out their chubby little hands to grab a piece and pop it into their mouths.

After washing the grapes and separating them from the stems, Wen Jiaojiao placed them in a clean, oil-free glass jar, added 20% rock sugar, and sealed the jar.

"Dad, I've finished making some, I'll bring some back for you later."

The gift Jiang Peitian received for his birthday was a gift bought by the couple, but this was the first time it had been handmade. He was really looking forward to it and readily agreed:

"OK."

Twenty days later, the grapes and the clear, purplish-red wine in the glass jar completely separated. Wen Jiaojiao poured a jar into it and gave it to Jiang Peitian. As a result, he drank it and ended up in the hospital that same day. The doctor diagnosed that the homemade wine was not made according to regulations, which caused the poisoning.

Jiang Peitian lay weakly on the hospital bed, his face pale, filled with anger and resentment for a long time.

Wen Jiaojiao and Wen Zhaoye arrived with the three little ones.

Wen Bao'er pounced on her, puffing out her cheeks, and said:

"Grandpa, are you going to die soon?"

Jiang Peitian was furious, but he still tried to comfort her gently:

"Grandpa was poisoned by your mother."

Wen Zhaoye wouldn't allow him to say a bad word about Wen Jiaojiao, and instead spoke up for her:

“You didn’t say your body is weak, but I still drank a couple of sips, and I only had diarrhea for two days before it got better.”

Jiang Peitian glanced at him, his breath weak, but he still said irritably:

"It would be easier to just poison you."

Wen Jiaojiao stood aside, watching the two bicker, feeling both embarrassed and guilty, and said:

"Now that I think about it, the procedure was definitely correct, but I guess it was because your grandchildren's hands weren't clean. When I was doing it, they didn't wash their hands and just touched it directly, which caused the problem."

Upon hearing that the mistake was made by his three grandsons, Jiang Peitian's anger immediately subsided, and he said:

"If that's what you're saying, then it must be because my health has deteriorated, and it has nothing to do with the child."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't want to laugh, but seeing his change of expression, she really couldn't hold it in:

I gave birth to three children, and yet I was still managed to be dealt with perfectly by that ruthless and powerful old man who was a force to be reckoned with in the business world.