"You know you still smoke all the time! Your wife really ought to be even tougher on you!"

Charles Carter waved his hand, rolled down the car window a little, and then said, "You really don't have to wrong yourself like this. That little punk... no matter how you look at it, he's not good enough for you! Dad is just being muddleheaded..."

"Don't call him a little punk anymore, okay? I'm going to marry him in the future, be his wife. When I hear you call him that, it makes me unhappy!"

Charles Carter looked surprised, turned to glance at his little sister, "You really do like him? Besides that face of his..."

Sarah Carter slowly started to smile, "Drive, big brother! I'm waiting to go home and eat mom's cooking!"

Looking at the faint smile on his sister's face, at that moment, Charles Carter felt even more indignant inside—damn it, what did that little bastard ever do to deserve marrying my second sister?

Chapter 10: A Once-in-a-Lifetime Red Hare Among Horses!

The sky seemed shrouded in mist.

A kind of indescribable damp chill seemed to seep through even the blanket.

"If only there were heating!"

Half-awake and half-asleep, David Brooks subconsciously thought of how he felt on business trips to Jiangnan in his previous life—he'd been through more than one winter there, and back then he never thought there was anything bad about Jiangnan winters. Go outside, and everywhere beyond the car window was lush and green; back at the hotel, turn on the air conditioning, stand or sit by the window with a cup of coffee, looking out at the misty, rainy Jiangnan, and all you felt was a kind of poetic charm.

But in reality, it was fucking cold!

So he gradually woke up.

With sleepy eyes, he reached for the digital clock on the bedside table.

It wasn't even seven yet.

He propped himself up and craned his neck to look out the window—sure enough, it was as misty as ever outside.

Jiangnan winters seemed to love being like this, especially in the mountains. After a rain, there would always be days of fog.

He shrank back under the covers, but before his mind could really get going, he first heard all kinds of faint sounds outside the door—the crackling of a fire, the scraping sound of mom stirring pig slop against the bottom of the pot, and two people chatting quietly.

If you sniffed carefully, sure enough, there was that strange aroma.

It actually smelled pretty good, but it just didn't make you hungry.

"I actually think it's pretty good, driving for your future father-in-law isn't shameful at all! And he even called you himself... sigh!"

"If he doesn't want to go, then he doesn't have to. He's grown up."

"Then think of something else, you can't just let him sit around at home doing nothing!"

"What can I do? He beat up John Bolton, and it's already good enough that they're not coming after him for it. People in the county have to save him some face, how could they just use the guy who beat him up?"

"You always have a way!"

"I have no way!"

The man's voice was stifled, full of frustration.

The woman's voice, on the other hand, had an indescribable gentleness.

Listening to them, David Brooks felt an increasing sense of calm deep inside.

They were talking about what happened last night—as expected, around noon, dad got another call from Henry Carter at the station, saying that the second daughter had come home and said she was very satisfied with him and was willing to give it a try, but for now she still wanted to finish high school and see if she could get into college.

As for this result, old comrade Carter was clearly very pleased, so he told David Brooks not to look for another job. Since he used to drive for the leaders in the car pool, it meant he had the skills, so he should just drive for him.

Indeed, as a future son-in-law, driving for your own father-in-law didn't seem inappropriate at all.

Especially now that David Brooks had been fired, this was clearly a kind of special consideration.

In the evening, dad came home and relayed Henry Carter's words, but David Brooks refused without even thinking about it—at the time, his parents didn't really try to persuade him, but now it seemed they still had their own thoughts.

He couldn't sleep anymore.

David Brooks turned over and got up, quickly got dressed—huh, everything felt damp...

As soon as their son got up, the couple stopped talking.

So the pig slop was carried out, and while David Brooks was brushing his teeth and washing his face, breakfast was already on the table.

After eating, Edward Brooks confirmed that David Brooks wasn't going out today, so he rode his motorcycle to work. Mom finished cleaning up the stove, and since the pig slop had cooled down, she poured in the leftover soup and dishwater, stirred it all together, and the two big fat pigs ate with gusto.

David Brooks just stood outside the pigsty, watching the two pigs gobble down their food.

"You're really not going out today?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, not going out. I'm going fishing later!"

So mom didn't ask any more.

After watching the pigs finish eating, David Brooks contentedly went back inside, changed into rain boots, and finally left the house. But as he passed by his grandparents' place, he naturally turned in.

The old man was working with bamboo, and grandma was helping him.

He wasn't just very skilled at making all kinds of furniture and utensils from the mountain bamboo, he was also an old carpenter. His craftsmanship might not be especially delicate, but everything he made was extremely durable. Almost all the household items in and around the Cao family home had been made by the old man himself back in the day.