In the evening, Xue Yuanqing and Zhong Hailan returned home from work. Xue Yang was so hungry his stomach was growling. He was sprawled on the couch, and when he saw them come back, he gave them a reproachful look.
"Young Master Xue is back," Zhong Hailan teased.
"Yes. May I ask, Mrs. Zhong, is there any chance we could change up the menu tonight?" He was truly fed up with chicken, duck, and goose.
"Then what kind of menu would Young Master Xue like to switch to?"
"Let's have some greens, for a change of taste."
"How could mere greens befit the esteemed status of Young Master Xue?"
"This young master is also a carbon-based life form."
Xue Yuanqing plopped down next to Xue Yang. "Spill it. What was that all about yesterday?" His son was a young master, yet he, the father, was completely out of the loop. No one would believe it if he told them.
"As you can see, I accidentally latched onto a powerful backer, and a very useful one at that."
