"Can you fight? Can you beat Zhao Dabao's cousin?"
Shen Zian let go of his little ear, flexed his wrist, and cracked his knuckles, sneering arrogantly, "I can beat him until he's half-paralyzed."
"Great! I won't call you by your nickname anymore." Shen Zihang cheered and ran out to play.
After sending the little rascal away, Shen Zian went into the kitchen trying to mend the strained relationship with Zhao Honglian and improve the Shen Family's dire situation, starting with the basics.
In the kitchen, Zhao Honglian was busy cooking green beans with pork, a big pot with plenty of portions, using a gas stove, which was quite convenient. The place was small, but it was kept clean and tidy, indicating that the lady of the house liked cleanliness. No wonder every time Shen Weixing brought Zhao Honglian back home, there would always be arguments.
