Chapter 97

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Translator: Novel Ghost
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This year, summer arrived unusually early in City B. It was only mid-June, but the scorching sun was already shining brightly, burning the earth.

As the steward of the Rong family, Steward Duan got up at dawn. First, he asked Aunt Wang to prepare breakfast, and then he went to take care of the flower garden and talked to the gardener about the upcoming soil renovation.

Just as he walked out of the kitchen, Steward Duan stopped, pondered for a moment, and turned back. He said to Aunt Wang, "Prepare an extra portion; the Young Master is coming back today."

Aunt Wang was stunned when she heard this, and quickly nodded in agreement.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Rong Heng, the second master (1) of the Rong family, came downstairs first. Not long after, the Second Madam (2) of the Rong family also descended. Aunt Wang had prepared pumpkin millet porridge, cucumber mixed with tremella fungus, pickled olives and peas, along with some homemade pickles. She even steamed a basket of buns.

 She even steamed a basket of buns

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Rong Heng sat at the dining table reading the newspaper, and the second madam directly took a seat

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Rong Heng sat at the dining table reading the newspaper, and the second madam directly took a seat. Glancing around, she instructed Aunt Wang to serve her a bowl of porridge and, holding the spoon, was about to eat when the cold voice of Steward Duan rang out, "Second Madam, the Young Master has not returned yet."

The action of scooping the porridge suddenly stopped, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on Aunt Rong's slightly pump face. She suddenly slammed the spoon into the bowl, splattering porridge everywhere on the table.

"Whether that little beast comes back, what does it have to do with me?" The middle-aged woman's sharp and sarcastic voice echoed in the spacious living room of the Rong family. "He comes back, signs a paper, and leaves. What's the big deal? I can't even eat my meal? Rong Heng, is this the rule of your old Rong family? Can't even have a peaceful meal?"

Rong Heng put down the newspaper and frowned at his wife. Aunt Rong glared at him with her eyes, with an "If you don't speak, I'm not done with you anymore" attitude.

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