There were eight dishes, and six were served to her. If the table had been full, there would probably have been only one dish of stir-fried vegetables left on the table.

After helping Fang Zongtang set the table, Song Yi did not sit down to eat with her. Instead, he returned to the dining table and watched over the two dishes on the table with his son Fang Jizong.

Fang Jizong was so angry that he was about to burst into tears, but he didn't dare to lose his temper, so he could only sit on the chair angrily.

"Doesn't she like to follow the rules? Why is she sitting there to eat?" He lowered his voice to complain to his father.

Song Yi glanced at him and said, "It's not her, it's your mother."

Fang Jizong looked stubborn and said nothing.

Song Yi continued, "Before your mother was away, I didn't teach you, it was my fault. Now that your mother is back, I will teach you the first rule of the family."

Fang Jizong looked up at his father.

Song Yi spoke every word, as if he wanted to speak to Fang Jizong's heart, and said forcefully: "Your mother is the rule of the family!"

Fang Jizong wanted to throw away the chopsticks in his hand after hearing this.

What kind of broken rules is this?

He asked unconvincedly: "If she chased me away, wouldn't you stop her?"

Song Yi calmly withdrew his gaze and said while eating: "I will help her drive you away, so, boy, you better behave yourself!"

Fang Jizong sat down on the stool in frustration, feeling sad and wanting to cry while eating his meal.

Unlike the depressing atmosphere at the dining table, the occasional laughter and the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding in front of the sofa were like a clear dividing line cut by a knife.

One is in heaven, the other is underground!

After Fang Jizong had eaten, he no longer wanted to stay in the living room, so he quickly ran back to his room and locked himself in.

Song Yi filled a bowl of sweet soup and brought it over, removed the plate with the most food eaten, and replaced it with the sweet soup.

When he came back, he was holding a millstone as big as his palms, and took out some grains, as if he was going to grind beans.

Fang Zongtang took a moment to take a look, and when he saw him sitting down and preparing to start, he asked, "What are you doing with all this?"

Song Yi carefully pressed the millstone with one hand and skillfully turned it with the other.

"The shop where we used to buy cakes for my great grandfather has stopped making them. I learned the craft from the master chef and make them for my great grandfather every year."

After listening to this, Fang Zongtao was touched. He stopped watching TV and walked over to sit next to Song Yi.

"I'll help you."

Song Yi smiled and said, "Okay, this takes a long time to make. Eat your fill first and we'll do it slowly."

When Fang Zongtang heard that the food was slow, he was no longer so anxious. He finished his meal before going over to help.

Song Yi pointed at the softened glutinous rice and asked her to add it in.

"My great grandfather liked to eat rice cakes, Qibao square cakes, sponge cakes, and Beijing Eight Pieces. When Beijing Eight Pieces were not sold in the early years, my great grandfather regretted it for a while."

Fang Zongtang said casually: "What a pity, later on, my great grandfather changed his taste for Cantonese-style morning tea. He would eat whatever was available."

Although she said this, she knew in her heart that what her great-grandfather was eating was not pastries, but the taste of his hometown.

"Contact Zhang Xingzu tomorrow, don't wait until the day after tomorrow."

Song Yi responded with a smile.

She thought Song Yi was just talking casually and wouldn't really prepare everything, but unexpectedly, he really prepared everything.

"You really learned all of them?" Isn't he the richest man? Isn't he busy? If he has time to learn how to make cakes, he can buy hundreds of boxes just by eating.

Song Yi said casually: "One is to honor my great grandfather, and the other is to kill time."

She was completely confused by what he said.

"What are you doing to kill time? Are you free?"

Song Yi smiled and said nothing.