I was busy reading the article when I saw Master white haired in the sky. He was on his way to our house. He will surely eat with us. Doesn’t he have any food at his house? He always eats our food while my Pops doesn’t care about this at all. He’s busy drinking his wine. All he did is to get drunk. The alias Drunken Master definitely suits him. I shook my head because of the thought.
“Kiddo! Where are you? Prepare some dishes for your uncle white haired!” Popsy shouted at me. Geez. Is he serious? Am I really the one to prepare?
I frowned. “Just let him take something there and let him cook!” I yelled back. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I am too lazy to cook for him. It is me who always prepares food for him!
“Kiddo, you hate me that much, huh?! Alright. I’m going. I will
