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"This unfilial son, unfilial son! He actually doesn’t care about his own father!

Damn, what a mess! Unfilial son!" Da Qiangzi muttered angrily while scrubbing the greasy dishes and didn’t hold back cursing Dawang.

As he cursed, he even lumped Loudmouth and Xiao Wang into the scolding as well, "Dawang and Xiao Wang, a load of crap! Knowing they wouldn’t respect their dad, I should have strangled them at birth! Bastards, little brats! What trash!"

Da Qiangzi enjoyed his ranting so much that he failed to notice Liuzi beside him, already doubled over with laughter, "Look at you, Guang Douqiang, cursing your sons as bastards and brats! If they’re bastards and brats, then what does that make you?

Oh right, you’re just Old Bastard! Haha, Lao Wangba! "

Stumped by Liuzi’s retort and with a burning sensation in his chest, Da Qiangzi felt the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Up on the second floor, Xia Zheng was leaning against a half-open window, immensely amused by the scene below, "Guang Douqiang? Liuzi’s getting naughtier by the day."

Lin Yuan was sitting at the table, busy mapping out new recipes, and smiled upon hearing that, "Well, isn’t it all Da Qiangzi’s own doing?

Dawang ignores him, forcing him to fork out his own silver, only to find out he’s so broke he doesn’t have a copper coin to his name.

Liuzi immediately gave him that nickname, and honestly, I find it quite fitting—sounds pleasing to the ear. "

"Indeed, it’s quite catchy." Xia Zheng chuckled, shrugged his shoulders with amusement, and leisurely walked back to her table. He bent down to take a look at the serious work she was putting into her writing. These days, Lin Yuan’s handwriting had become more beautiful, "Is it really because Dawang left him high and dry, or is it because you. ..?"

Lin Yuan paused in her writing, looked up at him with a face full of a sly smile, "It was me, so what? Are you going to scold Da Qiangzi for me? Don’t bother; he’ll soon be out of luck anyway."

Xia Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Lin Yuan nonchalantly pulled out a small piece of paper from the drawer next to her and waved it in front of him, "Here, the latest Flying Pigeon Letter from Lin Yi."

Out of curiosity, Xia Zheng took a look, and he couldn’t help but laugh. No wonder he hadn’t seen Lin Yi in the past few days; he must have been busy with this.

"Counting the days, it’ll be no more than two."

Returning the piece of paper to Lin Yuan, Xia Zheng’s mouth curved up, the mischief evident in his grin.

Lin Yuan’s red lips curled into a smile, "Just wait and enjoy the show."

As they were talking, a crisp "crash" came from downstairs, followed by Da Qiangzi’s voice, tense and self-reproaching, "Oh no, what am I going to do? My hands, they’re so clumsy, I can’t even hold a few plates steady!"

While howling, Da Qiangzi pretended to bend over to pick up the broken ceramic pieces.

Ten plates, just like that, "accidentally" shattered by his hand. It would make anyone wince, wouldn’t it?

With his head bowed and a triumphant smile on his face, Da Qiangzi thought to himself, "I’m clever, coming up with such a brilliant solution.

Hmph, you want me to wash dishes? Fine, I’ll smash one for every one you give me, two for a pair, until you’re so heartbroken you can’t wait to get rid of me! "

But before his dream could be fully realized, Da Qiangzi once again found himself in deep trouble.

Liuzi’s voice, filled with pity, echoed in his ears, "Ah, just look at you, at your age acting like a child, can’t even hold a dish steady.

Initially, Mister Sixth felt sorry for you and wanted to give you the most valuable work so you could quickly pay off your debts, possibly being free in a day or two.

But you’re just not capable! Ah well, then Mister Sixth will have to find you some lighter work. "

Regretting his overzealous smashing upon hearing that Liuzi would have let him off after just a day or two of dishwashing, Da Qiangzi quickly reconsidered.

After all, without any silver, he couldn’t afford food, so he might as well do some light tasks and mooch food at Fuman Building for a few more days.

"Hehe, okay, okay, I admit, I’m not the most agile. I really can’t handle such a high-level task as dishwashing, Mister Sixth. Please be kind and let me do something lighter," Da Qiangzi said, rubbing his hands together with a cunning smile plastered all over his face.

With a sneer, Liuzi maintained a calm facade, "Alright then, come on, I’ll take you to do some light tasks."

Da Qiangzi eagerly agreed and trotted behind Liuzi, fantasizing about the lightest work there could be. Maybe serving tea to the lady customers?

Lost in dreams of taking advantage of the situation to get close to beautiful women, Da Qiangzi’s nose suddenly twitched, his eyebrows furrowing so hard they practically met. He thought he’d made a mistake at first, but after a second whiff—damn, that stinks!