''Tang Yichen, you owe me an explanation for this," Grandpa Tang folded his arms across his chest tapping his leather boot on the floor.
Tang Yichen sighed, "Grandpa, these are just a few scratches. Do you have to hype it up like this?" He pointed at the minor scratches near his elbow and forehead as he looked at the old man.
Grandpa Song sighed, "Cheng, you should stop nagging like that."
Master Song, who was transformed from a powerful enigma to a Chef by his father-in-law, peeled an apple and passed it to his son quietly.
Tang Yichen paused for a moment as he glanced at the weirdly peeled apple before looking at the man. It seems like his father was tortured by his grandpa during his stay in Song's Mansion.
"Thanks, Dad," He said, getting the plate from the man's hand. Unlike his sister, he had already addressed Master Song as 'dad' long ago. Initially, he felt a bit awkward about it but he was used to it as now it felt completely natural.
