Chapter 88

Perhaps because it had been left open for a while, Jubaoge looked a little less eyesore than before. During dinner, he acted coy and wheedling, deliberately ordering Dad around right in front of me. His childish, overbearing behavior was almost pathetic; one look and you could tell he was a kid without a mom. Dad seemed happy to cater to him, too, serving him food one moment and pouring his drinks the next. At first glance, the two of them looked just like a grandfather and his grandson. After the meal, Jubaoge insisted that Dad carry him on his back while wandering through the garden. I helped My Mom carry the dishes into the kitchen, looking through the glass window at the pair outside. "Mom, does Jubaoge pester Dad like this every day?"