Urban Medical Immortal Dad Chapter 443: Good Son-in-Law1

Watching Yang ifeng devour the al he painstakingly prepared, without uttering a word of thanks, and even lashing out at him instead,

Luo Shanchuan clenched his fists in anger, wishing he could punch her right then and there.

"Wife! This wretched wife!"

It was too much, way too much!

True, he had thought on his feet earlier, expressing a desire for an extra two hundred yuan in spending money, but even such a simple request was turned down by Yang ifeng.

Damn it, you gamble every day, losing hundreds or even thousands at a ti.

I just wanted an extra two hundred yuan for pocket money, yet you flatly refused.

Is this even human behavior?

Seeing his father-in-law’s dark expression, Mo Han quickly ca over to console him, whispering, "Dad, let it go, don’t argue with Mom."

"I’ll ask for more next ti I’m doing a feng shui consultation for soone."

With tears nearly spilling from his eyes, the father-in-law uttered gratefully, "What a good son-in-law, indeed!"

Talking about crap at the dinner table, even if one had the best appetite, it was impossible to eat anymore.

Luo Ning gave a bitter smile and set down her chopsticks, "I’m full, you guys keep eating."

Having said that, she was about to get up and leave.

"Wait, what’s the rush?"

Yang ifeng spoke while shoveling rice into her mouth, "Ning’er, tell , how is your studio coming along, and how much money has been spent?"

"I’m telling you, doing business requires caution these days, a small oversight and the money goes down the drain."

"Mom, I can handle the studio matters myself, you don’t need to worry."

A daughter knows her mother best, and Luo Ning understood her mother’s nature all too well; asking about the studio was a pretense, her real interest was in how much money Luo Ning had on hand.

As expected, Yang ifeng frowned and said unhappily, "How can I not worry? None of us has a regular job now. If your studio fails and you lose money, what will we do?"

"Just be honest with , how much money do you have left on you now?"

Luo Ning turned back around, resigned to honesty, "I currently have one hundred and fifty thousand on , and I need to keep this money as a reserve fund, I can’t give it to you..."

"One hundred and fifty thousand? Why so little? You’re not lying to , right?"

Putting down her chopsticks and wiping her chin, Yang ifeng asked, "Right, when is the five hundred thousand from Grandma going to be available?"

"Who knows."

Luo Ning shook her head, "In any case, I’ve blocked her number, I can’t be bothered to talk to her."

Having said this, she didn’t wait for her mother’s response and started to walk out with her daughter, "Chen Chen, let’s go, Mommy will take you to the slide downstairs to play for a bit..."

Chen Chen clapped her little hands, happily exclaiming, "Yay!"

Seeing that the al was nearly finished, Mo Han silently stood up and began to clear the bowls and dishes from the table.

"Mo Han, wait a mont," Yang ifeng called out to her son-in-law, crossing her legs and picking her teeth as she asked, "When will Bo Rui No. 1 be ready?"

"Oh, it should be soon, in the next few days," Mo Han lifted his head, responding casually. The villa was actually already renovated but was being aired out, ready to move in at any ti.

"A few more days?"

Yang ifeng’s brow furrowed, her tone displaying her displeasure, "This is so irritating, you have the ti to call and urge them to hurry up!"

"If that’s not possible, give the phone number, and I’ll press them!"

"Uh..."

Mo Han felt overwheld, his expression showing helplessness as he said, "Mom, no need to rush, I called just yesterday to check, it will be ready soon..."

Luo Shanchuan couldn’t stand by and see the argunt, speaking up on behalf of Mo Han, "Can you really rush the renovation of a house?"

"Besides, it’s only a few days away. What’s there to rush for..."

"This isn’t your place to speak!"

Yang ifeng glared fiercely, cutting off her husband, "What sort of stead spare ribs did you make, have almost broken my teeth, what a waste of ingredients, what a waste of money!"

"Go wash the dishes!"

"You!"

Having slaved away to make such a large al for Yang ifeng, receiving not a single word of praise but instead being accused of wasting food and money,

Anyone would find it unbearable, let alone Luo Shanchuan, who was often bullied.

He glared red-eyed and furiously smashed a plate from the table onto the ground.

Bang!

The porcelain plate shattered into pieces in an instant.

"Oh? Smashing plates, are we?"

Yang ifeng, unafraid, taunted, "Luo Shanchuan, oh, you’ve got so nerve now!"

"If you dare, don’t smash it on the floor, smash it on my head instead!"

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Mo Han hurried over to diate, "Dad, Mom, please stop fighting."

"I’ll make another call about the villa and try to move in these next two days."

"Dad, I found a chess endga online today that I’ve been pondering over for half a day but couldn’t figure out how to solve, do you want to help look at it?"

With that, Mo Han made a suggestive glance at his father-in-law.

"That’s more like it," Yang ifeng nodded, no longer concerned with the two, she settled on the sofa, lifting her legs again, and turned on the TV to continue watching a variety show.

"Huff, huff..."

The father-in-law gasped for air, closed his eyes, and the last bit of guilt in his heart dissipated.

He nodded, forcing a smile, "Alright, let the father and son-in-law go have a look on the balcony."

Yang ifeng glanced over, stating indifferently, "Wait! Wash the dishes before you go!"

"I cook, can’t you at least wash the dishes?" The father-in-law couldn’t help but retort.

"These hands of mine are for winning money, how could they possibly wash dishes?" Yang ifeng shalessly declared, "Hurry up, make sure you clean the bowls and dishes thoroughly, and by the way, there’s still half of that stead spare ribs left uneaten, put it in the fridge, I’ll have it for breakfast tomorrow..."