Mo Xiaoqiang's eyes bulged with rage as he said, "Me, stingy? I've given my entire fortune for him to attend the Academy, and you still call me stingy? Mother, don't be too biased, okay?"
Hengjian quickly interjected, "Uncle, don't be angry. Once your nephew makes something of himself, he will support you as if you were his own father."
By saying this, he was implying that since Mo Xiaoqiang had no sons, if he became old one day, his nephew would take care of him just like a son would.
Mo Xiaoqiang was not the least bit grateful. He knew that Mo Hengjian's words were just a way to get his uncle to continue funding his education at the Academy. So, he retorted, "I'm not that fortunate. Your father is over there!"
Amidst a racket, they cleared all the dishes on the table.
When the meal was nearly finished, Old Lady Mo actually brought out an empty bowl.
Old Master Mo's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "Wife, what are you up to?"