The casserole on the stove was sizzling with white steam mixed with the fragrance of chopped green onions. I was eating the rice with drooped eyelids, as if I had been squeezed dry by life. Opposite me, the man in his early fifties had his hair combed meticulously. He slapped the edge of the table with a crisp sound, and the back of his head felt like he had been struck by a hammer. Which pit do you plan to go to when you graduate soon? Are you going to Eleven Cang? I've given you three meals a day, shelter from wind and rain, and hundreds of thousands of dollars. Isn't it too much to call me dad? Before he finished speaking, Wu Ming had disappeared, leaving only the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance. A tall figure stepped through the door and reported that the third master was leaving for the mountain city. The Wang family's frequent appearance in Hangzhou was also related to the third master. The reckoning of this journey starts from the moment he recognizes the name "Dad".
