Nan Feng spoke with some emotion, "Dad, don't worry. I've got this handled. After Aunt Yun joins our family, we'll treat her as our own. What's due to her will be given, and what's not, I won't part with a single penny over the top. That should be fine, right? I surely don't want to be accused of being a miser!"
Having heard Nan Feng speak earnestly, Nan Quanyou looked at her with affection, "Fengfeng, how did your father... end up with such a considerate daughter like you? It's like I must have accumulated some kind of good karma in my previous life."
"Dad, listen to you," Nan Feng wanted to step forward and hug Nan Quanyou, but father and daughter hugging was not customary at the time, so she changed the topic, "Dad, what do you feel like for lunch? I'll make it for you."
Nan Quanyou, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Um... Fried rice with egg would be nice."
