"Personally, I think the food here at Xiao Zhou's place is the most satisfying," Xiao Yang said, patting his round belly with some emotion.
Old Master Xiao, who was sitting aside, gave him a disdainful glance and said, "Humph, you little brat, daring to snatch meat from the old man just now. I think you need some serious training!"
His gaze then shifted towards Xiao Zhong, who was concentrating on his tea.
Feeling the pressure from his elders, Xiao Zhong set down his cup and cleared his throat. "Xiao Yang, I think your grandfather is right. In a few days, I'll talk to your boss. You'll take half a month off for some training."
"Dad, Grandpa, are you kidding me? Is this just a prank?" Xiao Yang's resolute face was now filled with pleading, hoping that what they said was untrue.
"Humph, now you're scared. This matter is settled. I'll make the call myself!" Old Master Xiao snorted lightly, his face showing a hint of seriousness.
