"The Zhao family are really good people. Since the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Ruifeng, came back home, he set up porridge stores every spring and Mid-Autumn Festival and gave out white porridge for free. They are really kind people! Zhao Ruifeng is such a good man, I hope God can bless him with happiness, health, a happy family, and many children!" In front of the porridge shop, a white-haired old lady put her hands together and prayed to God.
Zhao Ruifeng, who happened to pass by, heard the old lady's words and felt depressed. Zhao Yingying snickered at the side and whispered to Zhao Ruifeng, "Brother, these commoners definitely wouldn't know how simple our request is. We don't ask the heavens to bless you with many children or a happy family. We only hope that the heavens will open their eyes and not take care of us too much." The more the heavens paid attention to them, the more unlucky her brother, Zhao Ruifeng, was.
