Chapter 7

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The chef at Yu's family home is a former Michelin restaurant head chef. Yu Suling is always happily eating since she has loved the dishes made by Uncle Zhang since she was young—often finishing an extra bowl or two of rice. Seeing his precious daughter eat so joyfully, Yu Tianzong feels happy too.

In his early years, Yu Tianzong was busy with his career and neglected his family. When his wife passed away, their child was only seven years old. He never remarried after that, leaving only Yu Suling as his only family. Therefore, he dotes on her. He provides her with the best conditions in every aspect, and as long as his daughter is happy, he is willing to do anything.

"Linlin, did I just see you driving back in a new Porsche?" Every time Yu Tianzong returns home and sees Yu Suling, he chats with her to strengthen their father-daughter bond.

"Yes, yes." Yu Suling chews quickly, her mind also on her girlfriend hidden in a shabby place. Yu Tianzong adds a few more dishes to her plate: "Did you get a new car again?"

"No, this is a second-hand one," Yu Suling replies, "Although I paid a high price for it, it's worth every penny, plus it has collectible value. When I don't want it anymore, I can sell it for a large sum."

"That's fine as long as you're happy," Yu Tianzong chuckles. "What about the Maserati I gave you for your birthday? Why haven't I seen you driving it back?"

Yu Suling pauses, puts down her utensils, and looks at him pitifully: "I sold it."

Yu Tianzong: "Why did you sell it?"

Yu Suling blinks, and moments later, her eyes fill with tears, hovering on the brink of crying as she stammers: "That car was too flashy! Classmates at school said I was showing off." In truth, it was my girlfriend who thought it looked bad. "When I saw that a shop was offering a high price for my car, I sold it. I thought... that a bicycle is quite good, resource-saving, and environmentally friendly, plus it's not flashy." Especially the back seat of my girlfriend's bike—it's extremely comfortable, providing a different scenic view. "I'm sorry, Dad." That part is genuine.

"..." Yu Tianzong covers his heart... it doesn't matter that his daughter sold the carefully prepared birthday gift, as long as she is happy... happy... that's enough.

"It's okay, if you want anything, just buy it directly," Yu Tianzong doted on her.

"Really?" Yu Suling, her eyes no longer red and her breath steady, and she can now eat three bowls in one sitting. "Dad, dear Dad, I really have a ton of things I want to buy."

"A ton?!" Yu Tianzong begins to panic. Normally, when Yu Suling needs to buy something, there's no need for her to use that pleading look. She can't even spend all the allowance on her card. Suddenly, using that tone to tell him she wants to buy something gives him a sense of impending financial doom.

"Well, what do you want to buy?" Yu Tianzong mentally prepares himself. As long as his daughter leaves him some dignity, he can rise again and revive the Yu family's real estate to glory!

"I want to ask Uncle Zhang for some seeds," Yu Suling's face turns a bit red.

"Ah???" Yu Tianzong momentarily cannot recover from the shock and almost breaks his voice, "What seeds?! Didn't Uncle Zhang give you seeds before?"

"Not yet; I was planning to ask him," Yu Suling wonders why he reacts so strongly.

"You can't ask! I won't allow that engagement! Uncle Zhang is old enough to be your dad!"

Yu Suling: "???"

Yu Suling: "..."

After a minute, her brain starts working again, and she suddenly stands up from the table: "Dad! What nonsense are you talking about!"

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