When Qi Mingting thought of how Luo Xiujuan did not agree, he felt disappointed.
"Why is this? Dad's so handsome, how could you keep failing? Maybe you're not sincere enough. How about peeling potatoes for a few more months?" Qi Xiao joked.
Qi Mingting, amused yet annoyed, tossed an apple from the fruit basket at him.
Qi Xiao quickly caught it and said, "Dad, remember Grandpa's words about not wasting food? We even ate tree bark during famines. Careful, or I'll report you."
"Brat, you're getting too bold," Qi Mingting retorted.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're angry out of humiliation. In my opinion, you should be tougher. How can you be so soft when you're courting someone?" Qi Xiao came up with a bad idea.