"Zero, as my son, I’m not even willing to give you half a point."
"Wow... Old man, you’re too ruthless."
Grayson looked at the boy and smiled, he couldn’t overindulge the lad, so he gave him no points at all.
The father and son were having a good ti playing chess.
Jane Quinlan had finished making the trella and red dates with goji berry soup.
Kay Forrest bragged to Grayson, "Dad, Jane’s cooking skills are really amazing."
Grayson looked up at Jane and asked, "Really?"
Jane responded modestly, "It’s decent enough for ho, but it’s not ready for the big stage."
Kay rolled his eyes at her, "No need to be falsely modest now.
Who was it that told their cooking skills could knock out any professional chefs, the other day?"
Jane slapped Kay on the shoulder lightly, "Can you please not misrepresent ."
"Ouch, why hit in front of my dad, do you not want to live?"
Grayson was casual about it and pretended not to see.
"How about you let this old man try your cooking so day?"
Jane nodded, "Alright, how about this Sunday? We can cook for you together this Sunday."
Grayson looked at Kay, "I just don’t know if this lad will have ti.
He usually wouldn’t visit for ages."
Kay pointed at Jane, "If she has ti, then I have ti."
After playing two gas of chess, Kay felt it was not interesting anymore, "Forget it dad, let’s not play anymore, it’s getting late, you probably need to read, right?"
"Okay then, you two head back ho early."
After Kay and Jane left, Grayson looked at the trella and red dates soup on the table and smiled, not expecting that the boy would one day take the right path.
It seems he has hope for grandchildren.
He told the servant, "Push back to the bedroom, and bring the trella soup in for ."
After leaving the villa, Jane pinched Kay fiercely.
Kay jumped in pain and glared at her, "Ouch, what’s wrong with you, it’s like plotting a murder against your own husband."
"What kind of person are you to take soone ho for the first ti and instead make things worse?
Do you want my uncle to like or dislike ?"
"How did I make things worse?"
Jane glared at him, this guy still doesn’t think he did anything wrong, huh...
She snorted coldly, "Forget it, I’m not going to talk to soone like you, you’re just..."
She pulled open the car door and got in.
Kay got in the car and looked at her puffed-up face, "What’s wrong, are you mad?"
Jane was annoyed, "Wouldn’t you be mad in my place?
I really wanted to leave a good impression on your uncle, but you just kept highlighting my embarrassing monts."
"I think you are overthinking it, my dad isn’t as rigid as you think."
Kay raised his hand and rubbed her head, "He actually likes you quite a bit."
"Really?"
Jane sohow felt that her performance over the past few days was at its poorest.
Already not performing well, and then getting cold water thrown on her by Kay made her feel even chillier inside.
"Do you know how many points my dad gave you?"
"How many?" Jane turned around, looking serious.
Kay’s head leaned slightly towards her, he pointed at his lips, "Kiss here, and I’ll tell you."
Jane raised her hand and slapped him on the head, "I don’t want to hear it, you’re just trying to take advantage at every mont, don’t think I don’t know."
Kay was assertive and pulled her in, kissing her lips on his own accord, leaving her breathless.
After letting her go and seeing her panting, Kay joked, "That’s for not listening, if you had just kissed obediently, I would have spared you."
Jane blushed and glared at him, "You have such thick skin."
Kay laughed and drove away from the old house.
"My dad gave you seventy points."
Jane was sowhat disappointed, "Is my uncle not very pleased with ?"
"No, ten points are reserved for improvent, and the other twenty are because he was concerned that our lifestyle and work are different, which makes it hard to take care of each other.
He has no critical issues with you personally, he’s quite satisfied.
You know, even Faye Townsend who grew up under his watch only has ninety points.
Moreover, he doesn’t understand you yet.
As you interact more over ti, he will naturally like you."
Jane nodded, "So you don’t co back often, right?
I saw in your uncle’s gaze when you were leaving, there was a lot of reluctance."
"You saw it too, I don’t have much to talk about with my dad.
He doesn’t like the way I chat.
And I don’t like him nagging about it.
Rather than both of us getting angry every ti after chatting, it’s better to see each other less."
"It doesn’t matter if you have nothing much to chat about.
The less you live together over the years, the less common language you’ll have.
But companionship is the most enduring filial piety."
"Then you should accompany more when I co back. Today, with you here, my dad didn’t nag at .
It feels much quieter around the ears."
Jane pouted, "You just deliberately want to see embarrassed."
Kay smirked, not responding.
Thinking of Grayson’s legs, Jane asked, "What happened to your dad’s legs..."
Kay turned his head to look at her, his expression darkening.
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