"I am your father." Old Master Lu wanted to throw his chopsticks and bowl to the floor. "All I did was take a few of those lousy calligraphy works of yours. Why are you throwing a tantrum?"
"Well, if you think it's lousy, then you shouldn't have taken it." Lu Jin was almost losing it.
"But I've already taken it, so what are you going to do about it? Hit me?"
Lu Jin was about to raise his voice at his father, but he quickly gulped down the words that were forming on his tongue. How would he dare utter such words?
In the meantime, Lu Yi was adding more food into Yan Huan's bowl from time to time.
"Speak less and eat more."
He did not stop providing more food to her while she simply ate. Since the beginning, the two old ones in the family had not stopped bickering back and forth and throwing glares at each other, not allowing a single moment of silence to fall during dinner.
