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Wang Aimin slapped his hand on the back of his hand, "What are you doing? This is none of your business, get out of here."
"Old man, is it really necessary? It's just a little thing, and you're still reluctant to part with it? It's not like I don't have money, I can buy it myself." Wang Zhongji sat on the lower left sofa, looking unhappy.
"You have money? You don't have a damn bit of money! You gambled away all the money from when the family divided the property back then, and your older brother even paid off a lot of your gambling debts. When I die, you won't even be able to support your wife and children."
Hearing his father belittle him like that, Wang Zhongji pointed at Wang Aimin and said, "If you hadn't favored my older brother, I could have been just as rich as him."
Wang Aimin ignored Wang Zhongji's words and continued drinking tea and eating durian cakes. "Don't underestimate my goddaughter just because she's young," she thought, "her cooking skills are quite impressive."
Tang Meng ate two of the durian cakes her best friend gave her, and saved the rest for her parents.
"Mom and Dad, you should try these durian pancakes. Xiaomin made them herself, and they taste great. I'll ask her for the recipe tomorrow and try making them at home too."
"Okay, Mom supports you and looks forward to your durian pancakes."
Tang Wu thought to himself, how could it not taste good? Other people's fillings only have a little bit of fruit for seasoning, but Xiaomin's is all fruit. If it were to be sold, the price would be different.
"Mom and Dad, Xiaomin is going to have her godfather worshipped in a while. Let's go and watch together. I've never seen a godfather worshipped before!"
Luo Yang said, "Chunmei called today to invite our family over. She said the private restaurant we booked there was very good."
Tang Wu nodded. "The time has been confirmed, let's go together."
Recently, Tang Wu has been coming home very late. After eating durian cakes, everyone washes up and goes to bed.
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