Fu Yisheng nodded and said, "Good choice, I'll go with you to the bird and flower market when the time comes. My mom likes painting, and I've accompanied my dad to buy quite a few birds for her to use as models. I'm quite familiar with the location and the situation of the market."
Unfortunately, most of the birds they brought home ended up being overfed to death by his dad, who always worried they might go hungry and kept secretly feeding them.
Whenever a bird died, he would immediately buy a new one to replace it, trying his best to keep his wife from finding out.
Hearing Fu Yisheng talk about his father's usual antics, Lu Qingqing smiled sweetly with a twinkle of teasing in her eyes, "Talking about him behind his back, aren't you afraid that old Fu Sheng will hear you? Remember, walls have ears."
"Not afraid, it doesn't matter if he hears."