He didn’t need to rely on Meng Chaojun’s abilities and connections, he didn’t need his help, and he would definitely be able to climb up step by step.
Especially now that he had Chiang Xiao, he was even more determined to strive for their future together.
No one, including his father, would stop him.
"Can your leg really handle it?" Old Meng said, "Don’t just think about proving a point, only to be inevitably knocked down by someone. If that happens, I bet you won’t be able to cope with the blow!"
"You think I’ll be knocked down? By whom?"
Meng Xinian’s arrogant manner caused Old Meng to kick towards him involuntarily.
"Your father was right about one thing, you are indeed arrogant and self-conceited!" he cursed, unable to restrain himself.
Meng Xinian let him kick him, it was neither painful nor itchy, he just patted the dust off his pant leg.
Chiang Xiao came out holding tea.
"Grandpa, come on, have some tea."
Old Meng was already half-amused when he saw the tea brought by Chiang Xiao.
"Did Little personally brew this for me? I must taste it carefully. Every time I drink tea brewed by Little’s own hands, it always smells so fragrant, and afterwards I feel particularly energized!" Old Meng said with a hearty laugh.
Meng Xinian glanced at Chiang Xiao.
It was strange, Chiang Xiao herself found it odd.
Actually, she had already added a bit of Spiritual Spring Water to the water tank at home, the tea leaves were the same, and even the brewing method was nearly identical, yet for some reason, the tea brewed by others was still somehow different from hers.
Anyone who had tried both could sense the difference.
The tea brewed by Chiang Xiao was simply more fragrant and the flavor was more mellow.
Therefore, when she was at home, everyone let her brew the tea, and nobody else bothered to do it.
Old Meng had stayed here for around ten days, and he truly felt that both his body and mind had been nourished greatly; he believed that a large part of this was due to the tea brewed by Chiang Xiao.
He had also asked Chiang Songhai if he had taught Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Songhai repeated what Chiang Xiao had reminded them to say before. Firstly, she had been picking herbs with him since she was young, possibly learning by osmosis, and secondly, she had stayed at the tea garden for over a month and learned quite a lot from Huo Huaien and the others.
When Chiang Xiao said this to him, Chiang Songhai also believed it. Because although he and Ge Liutao had also been to the tea garden, most of their time was spent learning how to make tea snacks with Aunt Ah Yu.
It was different for Chiang Xiao, besides making tea snacks, she often followed the Huo Family father and son learning to pick and produce tea.
Besides, in Chiang Songhai’s view, Chiang Xiao was intelligent. She could incorporate her own ideas into what she learned, so such aptitude didn’t seem so miraculous for her.
"As long as Grandpa likes the tea, that’s good." Chiang Xiao also poured a cup for Meng Xinian.
Old Meng drank a cup of tea and felt like his chest was clear and refreshed.
Looking at Chiang Xiao, he asked, "Little, you say Xinian’s leg injury hasn’t healed, but he has signed up to compete in the Elite Supervisor Guard challenge. What if he loses?"
Chiang Xiao said, "Grandpa, let him be. I think since he’s made up his mind, he must be somewhat confident. If he really does lose, it might not necessarily be due to his leg injury."
Meng Xinian smiled faintly.
"What if the wound splits open again?"
"Then we treat it again," Chiang Xiao muttered under her breath, glaring slightly at Meng Xinian. Of course, you’d better not get hurt again; otherwise, I won’t treat you!
Meng Xinian got the message.
"Alright, old man, what are you worried about? There’s still a few days left, the wound can heal a bit more."