Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As his parents were on a noble mission, Pei Zhen wouldn’t complain even if he didn’t feel happy.

Only, the strong front that he put up crumbled quickly. The moment he saw those embracing arms, he let go of his vulnerabilities.

“Mum…”

In the end, emotion choked him up to the point that no other words came. His father had also come out of the house by then. His eyes inevitably turned red when he saw the mother and son hugging each other.

“Alright, alright.” Pei Zhen’s father took a deep breath and laughed, saying, “Let’s not stand outside the house like a bunch of fools, dinner’s getting cold.”

His eyes glistening with tears, Pei Zhen asked, “What dinner?”

“Your mum’s cooking!” Pei Zhen’s father said enthusiastically.

A moment of silence.

While the Condor Heroes were excellent archaeologists, they were extremely hopeless cooks. The frightening thing was that they had a level of self-confidence to think they were the best cooks in the world.

The food was so salty it left Pei Zhen in tears, but their reunion moved his mother, and she continually filled his bowl with more food. “Come, darling, you have to eat more. You’re too skinny.”

“Aunty, what about me.” Fu Sichen came to the rescue as he saw that she planned on putting more food in Pei Zhen’s bowl. He redirected the food to his own bowl, saying, “Pei Zhen is your son, but am I not too?”

Pei Zhen’s mother paused for a bit, and at once smiled candidly. She quickly picked up more food and stacked it into Fu Sichen’s bowl. “Oh, look at me getting muddled in my old age.”

The two families had a good relationship. Pei Zhen’s parents were grateful towards the Fu’s. Of course, they liked Fu Sichen a lot as well.

But even if he were a son, he’d be a god-son at most, and that wasn’t anywhere near their own flesh and blood. The cheeky Fu Sichen gave Pei Zhen’s hand a squeeze when his parents weren’t looking.

“Darling, we’ve met each other’s parents, from now on, don’t you even think of running away.”

Pei Zhen was pinching his nose as he tried to down the food, but started to choke and cough when he heard Fu Sichen’s words. “Cough cough, cough cough cough…”

“What’s wrong, Pei Pei?” His parents were immediately concerned when he started to cough. They quickly got him some water. “Drink up, drink up, is the food too spicy?”

It was Fu Sichen who lifted the glass to Pei Zhen’s mouth.

Pei Zhen took a sip from the glass, not feeling that there was anything wrong. He waved his hand to and fro, saying, “Not too spicy.” It was too salty!

“Oh… oh…”

After a short while of observing Pei Zhen, Pei Zhen’s father couldn’t help but ask, “Son, why is your face so red?”

A moment of silence.

“Because of the cough!” Pei Zhen quickly said, refusing to admit that it was because he was shy!

Although the food tasted horrible, Pei Zhen was able to avoid the full torment of it with Fu Sichen’s help. Moreover, with the return of Pei Zhen’s parents, the meal was indeed a joyful and harmonious event.

After dinner, the god-son Fu Sichen was more diligent compared to the flesh-and-blood son Pei Zhen. After clearing the table, he stepped into the kitchen to do the washing.

Pei Zhen’s mother was a little embarrassed. “Sichen, leave this job to me. I can’t let you do this.”

At well over 6 feet tall, Fu Sichen towered over Mummy Pei. “Of course I’ll do the washing. Women are responsible for looking pretty.”

“At this old age, who would care about being pretty or not.”

“Not at all, Aunty is still young and very pretty.”

A few casual flattering words and Pei Zhen’s mother was as happy as a lark. In the end, she left the washing to Fu Sichen and retreated from the kitchen with some fruits.

Pei Zhen’s father, on the other hand, was watching TV with his legs up.

“Pei Zhen, look at you.” Seizing the slack and lazy son, Pei Zhen’s mother started to criticize. “You’re lazy as a pig. Look at how good Fu Sichen is.”

“He wanted to top me,” Pei Zhen retorted, “Good my ass.”