Feng Yanpei said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Xiao. I'll go home now. I promise I'll do as you said."
Let's hope so.
Xiao Yu sighed.
The worry is that when your son cries and throws a tantrum, or puts on a pitiful look...
You'll go soft again.
"If you can do it and keep it up long-term, your son will definitely change. I can't guarantee how good or successful he'll become, but I guarantee he'll be better than this 'useless overgrown baby' who'll 'starve to death.'
Remember this: he's your son, not mine. Whether you listen is up to you, and that's nothing to do with me either. If he improves, I gain nothing. If he gets worse, I lose nothing. I'm only helping you for free!
When his character, morals, and values are all a problem, forget about his studies! Teach him 'how to be a decent person' first, then talk about studying!"
"I understand, I understand! Sorry for the trouble! I'll make an appointment next time! From now on, I'll try to consider other people's perspectives more, and try not to be so selfish!"
"...All right! Thank you!"
Feng Yanpei went home with mixed feelings.
It was ten in the morning when she arrived.
Usually, at this time, she would already have started buying groceries and cooking, then taking the food to school.
Because her son said the school food tasted awful and he couldn't get used to it, she had to deliver his lunch every day.
Before, she hadn't thought there was anything wrong with this. She had paid for the meals, but her son didn't eat them, and the school's boxed lunches remained untouched, so naturally, it didn't count as wasting food.
But now she understood that her son shouldn't get special treatment. If everyone else