"Dad, it's been so long, I've missed you so much. This is something I bought especially for you, please keep it and enjoy it."
If Zhao Jianhua were here, he would definitely recognize the jar of high-calcium biscuits that Zhao Jianfei was holding. It was the same jar that Zhao Jianfei had taken away when he came to the house to look for his father last time without success.
Zhao Youcai is not someone who is so easy to talk to.
That brat, I was just trying to appease him with a jar of cookies.
They had such a big family split before, and they haven't even offered an apology yet.
This not only shows a lack of awareness of the magnitude of the mistake made, but also an arrogance that makes him think he can easily fool his father with a few gifts.
"Get lost! Go back to where you came from!"
There was no point in talking to this brat. Zhao Youcai simply closed the door and locked it from the inside.
Zhao Jianfei was completely numb.
Hearing that familiar sound of the lock clicking shut, he felt completely lost.
When did you develop the habit of always carrying a lock at home?
The last time my third brother was walking himself around like a dog with a bowl of meat, he just casually locked the door.
Today, Dad barely moved his feet at home, and casually closed and locked the door.
When did your family become so rich that everyone has a lock?
Zhao Youcai looked at the lock that had always been hanging by the door with satisfaction, feeling even more fortunate that he had been so farsighted.
I initially bought the lock to prevent villagers from sneaking into the yard at night to steal things. The wooden bolts used to close the door weren't secure enough, so I never imagined it could be used in this way.
Preventing peeping, theft, and even the youngest child, tsk tsk.
As more and more people gathered, Zhao Jianfei started banging on the door and shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Dad! Can you let me into the yard to talk? There are so many people in the village, you don't want to lose face, do you?"
Zhao Youcai took several deep breaths in the yard until he heard villagers outside chiming in.
“Old Zhao, your youngest son is so successful, he even knows to come home and take care of you. If my little rascals had any chance to leave the house, even on the day I kick the bucket, they might not be able to come back to see me one last time. What a good kid, let him in quickly.”
"That's right, that's right. Which family doesn't have a few rebellious children? The kids are young and don't know any better. Just scold them a few more times and they'll be fine."
"It looks so pitiful. The weather is bad too, it looks like it's going to rain. I hope the child doesn't get sick."
Zhao Youcai was almost laughing in anger.
The weather is clear and cloudless.
How can it possibly rain like this?
They just wanted to talk about something, but when they ran out of words, they started rambling on and on with wide eyes.
Zhao Youcai was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth. This youngest son was taking advantage of his father's pride, thinking he would swallow all his troubles, wasn't he?
He's really overthinking things. He's not the original owner of this body, so he can't possibly try to morally blackmail me.
It is only natural for a father to discipline his son.
Those who are shameless and take advantage of kindness deserve to be taught a lesson.
No matter how much the villagers gossip about him behind his back, they wouldn't dare utter a single word to his face.
Zhao Youcai pretended to cough from anger, lay down on the rocking chair that Lao Si had specially made for him, leisurely adjusted his tone, and cursed fiercely through the door.
"I don't have a son like you! You see the family has finally made some money, and now you're causing trouble to divide the family property?"
"Zhao Jianfei! I am your father, that's true. But don't forget, you're not my only son!"
The villagers outside immediately perked up their ears and stopped talking, listening intently to Zhao Youcai's voice coming through the door, and they were all startled.
Zhao Jianfei was completely stunned.
How come this is becoming increasingly different from the father he remembers?
This old man, who was so concerned about his reputation, wasn't afraid of being gossiped about and pointed at by the villagers at this moment?
Could it be that he's still angry about the last time we had to separate the family, and because I haven't shown him much care during my visits, he's realized my motives for coming home aren't pure, and that's made him even angrier?
Ignoring the way the villagers were staring at him, Zhao Jianfei was extremely flustered.
In the courtyard.
The Zhao family members, who had also rushed out of the kitchen and backyard in a panic, were now dumbfounded.
Hearing the noise, they thought something terrible had happened to their father. They rushed out to see what was going on, but they were completely baffled by what they saw.
I saw my father leisurely lying in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth, holding a large palm-leaf fan in his hand and fanning himself idly.
There was a cup of herbal tea and a plate of melon seeds on the stone table beside him. He looked so relaxed, the old man seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
But the occasional angry shouts still shocked the group, as they really couldn't understand what their father was up to.
Even Zhao Jianhua, the third brother who is usually very quick-witted, had a look of utter disbelief on his face.
As the saying goes, a young sparrow can't beat an old fox; experience truly matters.
With that kind of mindset, even if he were given another ten years, he probably still wouldn't be able to outsmart his father.
Zhao Jianhua was glad he hadn't acted like his youngest brother, otherwise, let alone talk about marriage, he might have been sent to jail by his father for upholding justice.
Zhao Jianhua's eyes lit up instantly. Wasn't this a perfect excuse to divert his father's attention? He couldn't let his father get his fill of scolding and then so easily forgive his youngest son!
"Dad, now that my sisters-in-law and my brother's wife are back, when should we invite the Li family over for dinner?"
Zhao Youcai squinted at his third son and thought to himself that this brat was really impatient.
However, this is understandable; young people are full of vigor and it's normal for them to be hot-blooded.
Zhao Youcai frowned and thought for a while, and just before Zhao Jianhua was about to speak again, he slowly said:
"It's after the Dragon Boat Festival, so people should be allowed to enjoy the holiday at home."
The key is that Zhao Youcai has been busy setting up a stall along the national highway these past few days, and he can't afford to miss anything that would stop him from making money.
These zongzi can be sold as a side business; every penny earned is a penny earned, right?
If his grandchildren do well in their midterm and final exams, he, as their grandfather, should encourage and support them to boost their motivation to learn.
No matter what, we can't be like the original owner, who carefully selected and provided such a lousy thing to embarrass himself.
You can't just say a few words of praise like "good kid, you're really doing well" and that's it, can you?
He would never make empty promises; he would offer money or gifts as a reward.
Zhao Jianhua's mind was filled with thoughts of waiting until after the Dragon Boat Festival, and his emotions were extremely complicated.
"Father, inviting them over for a meal shouldn't be that complicated..."
Zhao Jianhua was stunned by Zhao Youcai's gaze halfway through his sentence, and his subsequent complaints instantly took a turn for the worse.
"Yes! I'll listen to Dad. Whatever Dad says goes. Dad is definitely doing this for my own good, I understand."
Zhao Youcai then looked away, thinking that the kid knew what was good for him.
But the chatter outside the gate is making a scene, and it wouldn't be good to let people laugh at us.
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