Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the ground, half his face swollen high, yet he stubbornly tried to explain:
"Father! Please hear me out! I followed the process to the letter! The essence of Nine-Turn Intestines is to preserve..."
"Save your damn explanations!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared and kicked him!
Yu Xiaogang rolled several times across the ground from the blow, still muttering, "Father, please calm down! Hear me out!"
"I had my reasons! I did it for your own good...!"
"For my own good?" Yu Yuanzhen laughed in sheer fury, his laughter brimming with rage. "You fed me Human-Gall for my own good?!"
He took several deep breaths, his chest heaving violently, then unfastened his belt.
"Looks like," Yu Yuanzhen gritted out, each word bitten off, "I, your father, didn't discipline you properly."
Clutching the belt, he strode toward Yu Xiaogang one step at a time.
"Today, I'll be a strict father again and teach you, you unfilial son, a proper lesson!"
"Father! Don't come any closer!"
Yu Xiaogang scrambled backward on all fours, desperately crawling toward the door.
His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes were full of fear.
"Father! I was wrong! Please don't whip me!"
"You weren't wrong." Yu Yuanzhen sneered, flicking the belt through the air with a sharp crack. "I was!"
He raised the belt—
"Take this!"
"Crack—!"
The belt lashed across Yu Xiaogang's back with a sharp snap!
"Argh—!" Yu Xiaogang shrieked and collapsed face-first onto the ground.
"That one's to teach you what filial piety means!"
"Crack—!"
"That one's to teach you how to prepare ingredients!"
"Crack—!"
"That one's to teach you that the original soup goes with the original food!"
"Crack—!"
"And that one's to teach you never to feed me Human-Gall again!"
Each sharp crack was accompanied by