"Go!" Shi Qingning chided him with a glance, "Stop talking nonsense! Who talks about their own child that way?"
"I'm not wrong though," Jian Shichu said with a playful laugh, "People say, 'A debt of offspring, a debt of offspring, sons and grandsons are all debts.' I owe him a debt, that's why he's come to be my son. If it's not a debt, what is it?"
"Right," Jian Rang glanced at him indifferently, "You too are a creditor of your mother and me. We've been married for so many years, and I've never made her cry. All the tears she's shed in this lifetime have been for you!"
Jian Shichu: "..."
It seemed like the morning was not a good time for chatting.
He coughed lightly and served Shi Qingning some vegetables, "Mom, this dish is tasty; it's refreshing."
Shi Qingning was amused by the interaction between father and son and served him a mouthful as well, "If you like it, eat more!"
After breakfast, Jian Shichu and Ye Qingci went back to their room to pack their luggage.
