"Oh dear, this is nothing. Young people are still growing, so eat more to have more strength."

Xie Heng didn't mind at all and enthusiastically put another chopstick of vegetables on her plate, saying, "A balanced diet with both meat and vegetables is good for nutrition."

Xie Huaiye sat opposite him, silently looking at the rice bowl in front of him that looked fairly normal.

Looking at Yan Ning's bowl, which resembled Mount Everest, he glanced at his father with a somewhat speechless expression.

He just wanted to have a quiet meal, but his dad couldn't stop talking.

"By the way, Yan Ning."

As Xie Heng served Yan Ning soup, his eyes lit up as if he had suddenly remembered something fun, and he spoke with great interest:

"Don't let Huaiye's current appearance and steady demeanor fool you."

"When he was a kid, he was incredibly mischievous, especially when he first learned to drive. He was like a wild little horse running free!"

Xie Huaiye paused in his chopsticks, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

He quickly gave his dad a light kick under the table, giving him a meaningful look.

Dad! Don't talk about this!

Xie Heng was kicked, but instead of stopping, he became even more energetic, raising his voice:

"Hey, why did you kick me? Can't I say anything now? You're all talk and no action?

He completely ignored his son's warning look, turned to Yan Ning, and began to tell the story vividly:

"You wouldn't believe it, when he was seventeen or eighteen, he became obsessed with racing. He thought he was really cool, so he secretly practiced on his grandfather's old car."

"And the result? My skills weren't up to par, and I drove straight into a ditch on a bend, hahaha!"

"puff……"

Yan Ning was drinking soup with her head down when she heard that it had been opened into a ditch, and she couldn't help but almost burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth, her face turning bright red, and her eyes curving into crescent shapes.

Digging a ditch? That's hilarious!