Ever since having a child, Feng Ji found himself coming home much more often.
The main reason was Zhang Yu, who had made it clear: as a father, and as the "brains" of the household, it was his duty to take their child's education seriously.
Even Old Lady Feng sided with Zhang Yu on this matter. With both his wife and grandmother insisting, Feng Ji had no choice but to comply.
Lulling their son to sleep was no small feat, but after he finally succeeded, Feng Ji washed up and climbed into bed, only to find Zhang Yu scrolling through a blog.
He leaned over for a glance. "It's another food review blog."
Seeing the name of the restaurant on the page, he raised an eyebrow in recognition. After thinking for a moment, he remarked, "The food at that place is mediocre, honestly."
"My colleague tried it. It's expensive, and the taste? Let's just say it left them speechless in the worst way."
"The chef's skills seem inconsistent. Sometimes the food is great, really impressive."
