Wu Xiaobao happened to come and eavesdrop again. When he heard Fang Yu crying, he immediately ran back to the living room happily to report: "Mom! Uncle is scolding Fang Yu! Fang Yu is crying so loudly!" Fang Jingtong immediately raised a smug smile on his face, thinking in his heart: After a while, this girl will definitely not be able to stay here, and then this house and this home will be mine!
"From today on, you can do whatever you should do, no, do whatever you want, and I will support you." Fang Zhiyi expressed his position.
Fang Yu stopped crying: "But, my aunt and my brother..."
"Them? They're just a teaching mold."
"?" Fang Yu was a little confused.
"There are just as many good people as bad people in this world. Obviously, your aunt and the others are bad people, very bad." Fang Zhiyi looked at her, "I took them in just for the sake of kinship. When necessary, they are nothing."
Fang Yu pursed her lips.
Fang Zhiyi gave her a few more instructions, and Fang Yu checked the time: "Dad, I'm going to cook."
"Bullshit, with your skills, can the things you make be eaten?" Fang Zhiyi said.
Fang Yu muttered to himself, I've never heard you say it's unpalatable before.
"I'll take you out to eat tomorrow! No, I'll take you out to eat every day from now on."
"Then they..."
"They have hands and feet, how can they starve to death?"
Fang Jing and the others watched Fang Zhiyi drag that bitch out, feeling somewhat uncomfortable: "Brother, it's time to eat, where are you going?"
Fang Zhiyi said without even turning his head: "I'm going to teach this girl a lesson!"
"Oh, why bother? Xiaoyu is still a small amount..." Fang Jingtong pretended to persuade him a few times, but his face was full of gloating.
The two walked to a nearby home-style restaurant. As soon as Fang Zhiyi sat down, he listed the dishes: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel mandarin fish, tomato beef brisket, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of corn and pork rib soup." All of them were dishes that Fang Yu had seen on TV before but never dared to dream of.
Fang Yu stared at the table overflowing with dishes, her eyes widening. She clenched her chopsticks tightly and swallowed several times. She remembered how her aunt would always give the meaty ribs to Dabao and Xiaobao, leaving only a few bones for her. She was never even allowed a turn for fish, as her aunt said, "Fish is easy to get stuck in the throat for girls."
"Dad... this is too much for the two of us to finish..." Fang Yu said in a low voice.
"If you can't finish it, pack it up! Look at you, you're so skinny, you could be blown down by a gust of wind. How can you not eat more?" Fang Zhiyi said, picking up a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and putting it in her bowl. "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Fang Yu looked at the bowl of spareribs and hesitated for a long time before asking timidly, "Dad... can I eat this?"
These words pierced Fang Zhiyi's heart like a needle. He had seen many storms, but at this moment, his nose was sore - his own daughter had to carefully ask permission to eat a bite of food? He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and picked up another piece of fish for her, his tone extremely gentle: "Eat, of course you can't eat it? Dad will bring you here every day from now on, order whatever you want."
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