A Small Act of Revenge

February 8th, the first day of winter vacation.

Early in the morning, frost covered the ground outside.

Inside, Xue Yuantong was wrapped in a cotton quilt, sleeping comfortably until eleven.

At eleven-thirty, she ran brightly over to Chuchu's house. Chuchu was cooking in the kitchen while Jiang Ning sat on a stool, eating peanuts. An enticing aroma rose from the earthen pot.

Xue Chuchu wore an apron around her waist, the lines of her face especially soft. She said gently, "It'll be ready soon."

Xue Yuantong immediately took bowls from the cupboard and set them on the table. She also glanced at Jiang Ning, her eyes carrying a hint of disdain. "What's the point of coming early if you still don't do any work?"

"Sigh, Chuchu and I are the ones carrying the burden of this household~"

Jiang Ning sat there openly and calmly. "Hehe, I won these spare ribs from Uncle Zhang."

Uncle Zhang's business had been good today. Before eight, he had sold out all his pork. He rode his Dayun Motorcycle home carrying fresh spare ribs, planning to make something good for his son at noon.

But as soon as he reached the single-story house, he saw his son holding a bamboo pole and trying to fish a badminton shuttlecock off the roof. He had failed several times in a row.

Then he heard Jiang Ning beside him say that using a bamboo pole was inferior to simply stepping up the wall and climbing onto the roof to retrieve it.

Although Uncle Zhang drank heavily, kept vicious dogs, and bullied weaker neighbors, there was no doubt that he was a good father.

Seeing Jiang Ning instruct his son made Uncle Zhang very unhappy. My son, Ruyun, has the makings of a Tier 1 College student. He'll be