Taking the warehouse

To observe filial piety for three years is something that every dutiful son should do. But Fang Xing, who moved out of the Fang Residence and to a small farm on the outskirts of Beiping, was very happy because he had been living in a daze and didn't need to follow those complicated rituals.,A maid in green armor ran over with excitement, her face flushed. She was holding a bowl full of beef. Ignoring any gender distinctions, she grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and pulled him towards the backyard.,"I'm actually the grandpa!" Fang Xing excitedly raised his thin right hand, wanting to take a bite and see if he was dreaming.。