Zhao Youlin and Yang Shi did not care whether Zhao Feng was an outer gate disciple or a true disciple. Knowing their son had made progress in martial arts and was safe was enough.
"Oh, right. I brought presents for you, Father, Mother, and Sister-in-law."
Zhao Feng took out the gifts. For Zhao Youlin, he had brought a century-aged vintage from the Drunken Immortal Residence in Prefecture City. For his mother and sister-in-law, he had brought fine jewelry and hairpins, with an extra box of rouge from the Hundred Emerald Workshop for his sister-in-law.
He had covered every detail.
"Oh, son! Why did you spend so much money?" the elderly couple said, both pleased and reproachful.
Zhao Feng saw that the courtyard and rooms were spotless, the windows gleaming, and the tables and furniture neatly arranged.
Clearly, everything at home was being managed well.
"Father, Mother, Sister-in-law, why haven't you hired a few servants?" he asked, puzzled.
"Oh! Your mother, your sister-in-law, and I all come from farming families. We can't sit idle. What do we need servants for? We can take care of these chores as we go," Zhao Youlin said.
Seeing his parents' rosy complexions and robust health, Zhao Feng said no more.
Then he told his parents and sister-in-law about Prefecture City's customs, famous sights, and historic landmarks, along with amusing stories he had heard around town. All three listened with relish.
"Oh dear, it's almost noon!" Looking at the sun, Yang Shi and Tian Cuihua suddenly realized the time and hurried into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Meanwhile, Zhao Feng and Zhao Youlin still had endless things to say.
"Son, you haven't told us everything, have you?"
Although his son's stories had been wonderful, Zhao Youlin could tell they were all about things that posed little