Xue Rui sat down next to Xie Jianfeng and asked, "So, Dad, was it good?"
'Dad is being way too picky,' he thought. 'Finding fault with a girl like Lin Ruoxi?'
He recalled his past life, when he refused to get married. 'What were Dad's standards again?'
'I think... as long as she was a girl, it was fine?'
'Well, people are always picky when they're facing an imperial feast. When you're starving, even a dry bun seems fine.'
The question about the meal made Xie Jianfeng's temper flare. Xue Rui had really put him through the wringer today. He wanted to grab a slipper and give Xue Rui a few whacks, but he was too stuffed to bend over. There really wasn't anything he could do to his son right now.
He patted his pockets in annoyance, then tossed his car keys to Xue Rui. "Go on. Head down to the trunk and get me a pack of cigarettes."
