Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 37 Ran Family's Success

These days, even the naming of residential areas is based on feng shui principles. Some have their own twists and turns, some are called bays because they have water, some have stagnant ponds because they are called islands, some have apartment layouts because they are called mansions, some have a high greening rate because they are called gardens, some have two detached buildings on a slope because they are called villas, and some are located halfway up a mountain with trees and breezes because they are called realms.

Jinshui Bay is different; it was born too early.

Back then, there weren't such elaborate and tireless ways to spend money. Jinshuiwan only suffered from being old, faded, and uncultured, resulting in a slightly inferior social standing and the adoption of this pseudonym. But after all, a group of low-key old men really lived here, so this place was truly incredibly expensive in Yanchuan.

Ran Zhixu, Ran Qingfeng's father.

After a long overcoat, short trousers, a drafty padded jacket, and a heartfelt explanation of the pros and cons of his wallet, the pink teddy bear slippers that were a gift from love turned out to be a size too small. Zhongdeng would occasionally glance up at the stairwell, then continue to wander around like a headless fly.

"Dad, I'm late again?!" Ran's younger sister, coming downstairs, immediately wailed upon seeing her father's appearance: "Mom! Why didn't you wake me up, Mom! Dad's going to beat me again!"

Ran Zhixu was annoyed just looking at this thing: "Go eat! Your mom's taking you today! You're acting like a human being. If you keep yelling, I'll sew your mouth back together and break your legs!"

"Oh..." Seeing that her father was finally back to normal, Xiao Hao immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly darted into the kitchen: "My dad seems to be possessed. Mom, Mom, I have a secret to tell you, my sister might not only bring bad luck to me, but also to my dad!"

Zhao Jing's lips twitched, she shoved a bowl of rice into his hand, and then pinched his small face hard: "Don't talk nonsense! Your dad will have to comb your skin!"

"Lao Ran, Lao Ran, time to eat!"

"Hey young man, you're in love? What are you doing? Why are you digging up all those old clothes from your youth?"

Ran Zhixu coughed and forced a smile: "Wife, I'm just waiting to send our eldest daughter off, you know, that Xiao Lu, he said he's treating everyone to a pig slaughtering feast today!"

"Slaughtering a pig? It's not even the end of the first lunar month, why would you slaughter a pig? Which Xiao Lu? Oh~ that Xiao Lu?"

"Um..."

"Mom and Dad, what are you two talking about, this and that?"

"Eat your food!" Zhao Jing glared at Xiao Hao. "Xiao Lu is a really nice kid, what's with that look?"

Ran Zhixu lowered her voice and leaned close to Zhao Jing's ear, glancing furtively upstairs: "She spent over an hour putting on makeup this morning, saying she wouldn't be back today and would go straight to class tomorrow. She also seems to have secretly bought a swimsuit; I saw the shipping label. Ugh, this is driving me crazy! What do you think about this?!"

"Tsk~"

"What are you tsk about? I'm talking to you about serious matters. That Xiao Lu, he's fine in every other way, but... he has a face that doesn't look very safe!"

"Don't you have any sense of propriety as a father? Your daughter is all grown up, how can you still be peeking at other people's packages?"

"Are you even listening to me?! Is that the point?! Is that the point?!"

"Ding-dong~" Someone rang the doorbell. Zhao Jing got up to open the door, but before doing so, she glanced at Ran Zhixu with a meaningful look that Zhong Deng couldn't understand: "Can you stop thinking about those trivial things all the time? Oh, who do we have here? It's my eldest daughter, Qiuqiu. Come on in, it must be cold outside. And who is this classmate?"

"Mommy, I'm not cold. This is my deskmate, the new transfer student, Shan Heman, call her Mommy!"

"Ah...ah...hello Auntie!"

"Okay, okay!"

Liu Lan took off her hat and changed her shoes. Yes, she had her own special slippers at Ran Qingfeng's house: "Mommy, are you baking bread again?"

"Mmm, this child is so beautiful, so delicate and pretty. Auntie baked a lot of mini chiffon cakes; take them with you when you go, they'll be nice to eat on the way!"

"Okay, Mommy, Uncle, let's go upstairs!"

"Why does this kid, at such a young age, already like to discriminate?" After the two went up, Ran Zhixu, who had been all smiles and affable, suddenly stopped smiling and waving her hands, and became anxious: "What was I just about to say? Oh right! What do you mean by 'nonsense'? What do you mean by 'nonsense'! If it's true... then it's all... too late! When I was in my senior year of high school, I was still playing in the mud! Don't you think kids these days are a bit too precocious?"

Zhao Jing sighed, glancing sideways with disdain: "That's you! Back in high school, there were enough guys chasing after me to fill two football teams! I must be blind to wait for a dried-up monkey like you who's always plastering walls with mud!"

"Hey, what do you mean? What do you mean by this?!"

"Ran, could you please stop repeating yourself so many times? Do you have some kind of official air about you? Am I supposed to use your Chinese-to-Chinese translation?"

"Really? I don't think so?" Lao Ran was caught in a vicious cycle, wondering if she had an accent or not: "Ugh, you've completely messed up my train of thought. Is this the time to talk about this?"

"Then let me ask you this: is it any of your business?"

"I...I..."

"Heh, wait until we video call later to ask her. Just so you know, give her a piece of your mind before you say you told her to hit her!"

"..."

About half an hour later, Ran Qingfeng and Liu Lan came downstairs chattering at the frequency of eight hundred ducks communicating. When Ran Zhixu saw them, her vision went black and a wave of bitterness welled up in her chest. My precious daughter, sob, my beautiful baby, you didn't even dress up this carefully when we took the family photo last year!

"Zhongdeng! What do you want?" Ran Qingfeng glanced at her elderly father with a strange look, taking a half step back. "You're not thinking of giving me away, are you?"

Taking a half-step back resembled a powerful punch, but Ran Zhixu, disregarding her sadness, smiled broadly: "It's far! Taking a taxi isn't safe! Dad will take you! Dad's car's been warm for almost an hour! It's cozy!"

Ran Qingfeng refused without giving any face: "No way! We agreed that everyone would take a taxi! If you keep sending people off, the parents will line up all over the village. Are you having a free parent-teacher conference? People will think we're being sent to become monks. How embarrassing!"

Zhao Jing struggled to suppress a laugh and said, "Let your dad take you. All you do when you get home is sleep, sleep, sleep. Your dad was nagging you all night but didn't even get a proper look at you. If you don't let him take you, he'll probably cry in bed tonight!"

Ran Qingfeng was speechless: "Mom! Dad! I've only been in school for a week! I've been stuck at home for so long during the New Year holiday, I'm practically growing mold!"

Ok.

In the end, I still gave it to them.

"This road is really good, reliable. Unlike other villages, where the cement roads are so narrow you can't even pass each other. They must have built it themselves, right?" As she was getting out of the car, Ran Zhixu had already spotted the group of blond-haired lads wandering the streets, practically missing a few motorcycles and bags of cement. She was still trying to make conversation: "Feng, they're slaughtering a pig, and it's the New Year, so we can't go empty-handed. Dad packed some things for you in the trunk, just a token of our appreciation!"

"All sent...cough...all buddies!" Ran Qingfeng rolled her eyes. "Dad, aren't you annoying? You always do this kind of thing!"

"What's wrong with knowing a little about social etiquette? Besides, back when you were in junior high, you were bullied every day, and it caused such a big fuss. We didn't even have a chance to properly thank them!"

"Look! You're bringing it up again! Did my mom put the wrong sugar in the bread? Why are you rubbing salt into my wounds today?"

"Hey, Dad didn't mean it that way..."

"We've arrived, I'm getting off!"

"It's still a long way off... Look at you... your stuff! Take your things with you!"