"Grandma, this is for you."
Fu Shuo, who had been silent, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and placed it in Fu Ting's bowl.
Fu Ting smiled at him but didn't say anything. Instead, she said to Fu Xianyun, "Your father said that you insisted on coming here. What exactly happened?"
With Fu Xianyun's intelligence, coming to a small place like Huang Yang Town to be a county magistrate was a waste of talent.
With her brother's ability, wouldn't it be a hundred times better if he arranged for her nephew to do some errands in the capital?
Fu Xianyun said, "I think this place is not bad and it's close to Aunt, so I came over."
Mdm Chu frowned. "Isn't the capital closer to our Fu family? If there's anything, at least your father will be there to support you. Your cousin doesn't come back often, and your aunt is just a weak woman who can't help you much. Why come to such a small place to suffer?"
