At that moment, Xiao Shuo’s mind suddenly cleared.
He knew very well that his relationship with Ye Yuning had deteriorated to this point only after Ye Tong returned to the Ye Family.
The disgraceful incidents between them were all part of Ye Tong’s schemes.
"You people of the Ye Family, I want you all dead!"
Xiao Shuo stormed towards the office door, fuming with rage.
He was going to find Grandfather to tell him about Ye Yuning seducing Uncle Qi. He wanted the entire Ye Family driven out of Upper City.
Xiao Shuo was mad with rage! He had completely lost his rationality.
When he arrived at the Xiao family mansion, Uncle Zhong, the butler, saw him and quickly came forward. "Third Young Master, you’re here."
"Where’s Grandfather?" Xiao Shuo asked icily, clearly still fuming from his journey over.
Ye Tong kept calling him, using different numbers, but Xiao Shuo didn’t pick up a single one.
He was now exceedingly annoyed with the Ye Family, even disgusted by them.
All witches, nothing but enchantresses...!
He had become entirely because such disgusting people had victimized him. Thinking of what Ye Tong had said to him, he truly felt he had been an utter fool!
So much for true love, PAH!
Hearing him ask about Old Master Xiao, Uncle Zhong replied respectfully, "The Old Master has just finished dinner. Have you had your meal yet?"
"Should I arrange for the kitchen to prepare something for you?" Uncle Zhong asked, pausing when he heard Xiao Shuo hadn’t eaten yet.
It was so late, and he still hadn’t had his meal?
Xiao Shuo had intended to decline.
But then he remembered the mansion’s chef was internationally acclaimed, and the words of refusal died on his lips.
Ever since joining Xiao Enterprises, he hadn’t eaten a single decent meal.
In the past, he would spend hundreds, even thousands, on a single meal, but now he had only three thousand a month!
Moreover, careless mistakes led to fines, and this time his father was dead set on keeping a tight grip on his finances!
Thus, pressured by a meager salary of just over two thousand after fines, he had no choice but to eat the office-provided meals every day.
Even the catered meals he ordered were worse than others’, and he dared not waste a bite.
Now, hearing food was available, he immediately nodded. "Go ahead. Have them make some braised pork or something."
Uncle Zhong was taken aback when he heard "braised pork"!
"Didn’t you always avoid braised pork, Third Young Master? It’s made with meat that’s both fat and lean. Are you sure you want it?"
As the Xiao Family’s butler, Uncle Zhong knew everyone’s preferences very well.
This second branch of the family had little talent but were exceptionally picky eaters!
Especially the Third Young Master; he basically wouldn’t touch pork. Whenever the second branch visited, beef or chicken was served instead.
He didn’t eat fish either...!
And braised pork was best made with pork belly; beef simply couldn’t replicate that flavor.
Hearing Xiao Shuo requesting braised pork, Uncle Zhong was quite surprised.
Xiao Shuo declared, "I just want fatty meat, the fattiest kind! Hurry up and go!"
At the mere mention of braised pork, Xiao Shuo’s mouth began to water.
So this is where the craving for rich, oily food comes from, he mused. When there’s not much else to eat, who wouldn’t yearn for the fattiest meat?
What on earth has he been through recently? To crave the fattiest meat ... did he just escape from a refugee camp?
Uncle Zhong knew Xiao Shuo had started working at Xiao Enterprises, but he was completely unaware of how miserable his experience had been.
Since he demanded the fattest meat, Uncle Zhong instructed the kitchen to prepare just that.
After dinner, Old Master Xiao had a habit of going for a walk.
Nearly an hour had passed by the time he returned.
Hearing of Xiao Shuo’s arrival, he frowned and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Seven minutes to nine," Uncle Zhong responded respectfully.
Old Master Xiao: "Did he come for something specific?"
"He didn’t say. He’s currently eating."
"Eating at this hour?"
The Xiao Family’s mealtimes were very regular; by six in the evening, all meals for the day were typically concluded.
Yet now, it was almost nine, and Xiao Shuo was still eating.
Uncle Zhong nodded kindly. "Yes. It seems the Third Young Master hasn’t been eating well lately. He’s been much less fussy during meals than before."
Old Master Xiao snorted. "Him? Eating without fuss?"
Speaking of this grandson, Old Master Xiao felt a sharp headache coming on.
Or rather, both he and his father were a constant source of trouble for him. They had little ability but put on significant airs.
Every time they returned to the ancestral home, it was utter chaos!
They’d refuse this dish, reject that one, or complain about something else.
It truly seemed the less capable people were, the louder their complaints and the more inflated their sense of dignity.
Now, hearing that Xiao Shuo was eating without complaint, Old Master Xiao found it hard to believe. Fınd the newest release on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥
As he and Uncle Zhong entered the dining room, they heard the distinct sounds of cutlery clinking and someone eating heartily.
Could Xiao Shuo, eating alone, really be making that much noise?
Old Master Xiao glanced back at Uncle Zhong, who was equally astonished by the sounds.
It sounded as if someone was wolfing down their food!
In the dining room, Xiao Shuo stared at the dishes on the table, his taste buds thoroughly tantalized. Famished as he was, he had completely cast aside all pretense of decorum!
Just as Old Master Xiao walked in, he saw Xiao Shuo stuffing a large piece of braised pork into his mouth...
Old Master Xiao: "..."