Chang Zhi thought more and more about his wife; it was still better at home, where he didn't have to worry about anything. Life was leisurely and free. Looking up at Ding Jue, he pursed his lips. If he were sick at home, his wife would personally feed him porridge and add sugar to it, not just plain porridge!
Ding Jue noticed the slight contempt directed at him and looked at the adult who was drinking porridge with his head down. He thought he might have sensed it wrong, thinking, he didn't know how much a golden doll was worth, but he knew the adult was adorned with fine things!
Chang Zhi finished the porridge and sighed deeply, "Tasteless."
The more Ding Jue interacted with the adult, the more he realized that the adult was spoiled growing up. Sometimes he was truly capricious, "Sir, can't you dismiss these maids?"
"Even if they're dismissed, more will be sent. Just keep those who are useful out of my sight."
