Learning the True Forms

In the Liang household, one old and two young partook of their meal.

There was a plate of sweet-sour pork ribs, a plate of twice-cooked pork, fish with eggplants and plate of fried Chinese lettuce. These dishes were all cooked by Xia Lei and they were in celebration of him getting the piece of land. His celebration was simple and modest.

“Have a piece of pork rib, Master.” Xia Lei picked up a piece of sweet-sour pork rib with his chopsticks and placed it in Liang Zheng-Chun’s bowl.

Liang Zheng-Chun was all smiles, “Eat, eat. You eat too. No need to take food for me.”

“Dad, just eat what Lei gives you,” Liang Si-Yao smiled, “Lei told me more than once that he’s his own father.”

“He can say that but you can’t simply repeat it.” Liang Zheng-Chun’s smile was a little mysterious, as though he had another meaning behind his words.

Liang Si-Yao’s cheeks reddened and she buried her head in her ricebowl.

Xia Lei felt a little awkward too and lowered his own head to his ricebowl.

Liang Zheng-Chun, however, did not intend to let Liang Si-Yao off and he knocked her head with his chopsticks, “See, a grown man like Lei can cook such nice dishes. A girl like you...