Chapter 81

The next day.

"What are you doing?" Zhen Fugui shouted as he threw a pillow at Jia Fuhai, who was lounging on the sofa.

"Huh? Who?"

"Dad, what's wrong?" Jia Fuhai asked in confusion, rubbing his head where the pillow had hit him.

"What do you think? Look at what you've done!" Zhen Fugui fumed, looking ready to explode.

"What did I do?" Jia Fuhai still looked baffled.

"What did you ask Na Ji to do?" Zhen Fugui demanded fiercely.

"Oh, nothing serious; I just asked him to buy something for me," Jia Fuhai said casually, thinking it wasn't a big deal.

"He's a child, and you're asking him to run errands for you? Don't you have feet of your own?" Zhen Fugui was livid. What kind of father makes their child run errands like this?

"What? He's not learning anything dangerous! I'm helping him develop some skills," Jia Fuhai argued, not wanting to admit that he was just being lazy.

"Is this how you train him?" Zhen Fugui pointed toward Na Ji, who was playing with a joystick in the distance.

"Why not? He's doing a great job. Na Ji is a genius." Jia Fuhai glanced at his son, satisfied with the boy's performance.

Zhen Fugui glared at him, furious.

"Dad, flying a drone to the store is a great way to improve his control skills," Jia Fuhai said, trying to justify his actions.

"Can't he practice that in the park? Is this really necessary?" Zhen Fugui's voice was rising in volume.

"Look at how much fun Na Ji is having," Jia Fuhai pointed out, hoping his father-in-law would see the joy in his son's face.

"…You're impossible." Zhen Fugui sighed in exasperation, feeling too worn out to keep scolding him.

In the distance, Na Ji was watching TV. Thanks to his sharp observational skills, he could keep an eye on both the drone and the television at the same time.

His father may have set him up to do this errand, but Na Ji was loving every minute of it. Flying the drone was a blast.

He skillfully flew the drone to a nearby store.

Xiao Lin, sitting behind the register and watching short videos out of boredom, didn't even notice the drone hovering outside the door at first.

"These legs, these black stockings..." Xiao Lin's eyes widened, and he nearly drooled as he stared at his screen, entranced by the video.

Suddenly, something hit him in the face. Startled, he touched his cheek and found a small wooden plunger stuck to it.

Looking up, he spotted the drone. His mind quickly pieced together what was happening.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a drone used for shopping in short videos. He knew the drill.

"Can I help you?" Xiao Lin asked the drone, trying to stay professional.

"My dad says he needs five eggs," a child's voice came from the drone.

???

Aren't they afraid the eggs will break? Xiao Lin wondered but brushed it off. The customer is always right, after all.

He quickly grabbed five eggs, packed them carefully and asked, "Where's the money?"

"There's a small cash box under the drone. Enter 777 to open it," the child's voice instructed.

Xiao Lin crouched down, found the little plastic safe under the drone, and entered the code. Sure enough, there was money inside. He took the amount needed and said, "All set. Anything else?"

"No, thank you," another voice said from the drone before it flew off into the sky.

"Is this really a child's doing?" Xiao Lin scratched his head, puzzled. But then he shrugged, figuring it didn't matter.

Back at home, Jia Fuhai watched the drone footage on the TV and couldn't help but feel proud. His son was operating the drone with the skill of a professional. He was truly his father's son.

This was a brilliant idea! Not only had he gotten what he needed without lifting a finger, but he'd also managed to "train" his son in the process. (ˉˉ??ˉ??)?

Maybe next time they could test the drone's speed by picking up something more fragile, like tofu. If people could race cars to deliver tofu, why couldn't they race drones?

"Dad, the eggs are here. Do you need anything else?" Na Ji asked excitedly, clearly enjoying the experience.

"Naji, you did an excellent job. But no, we're good for now. Why don't you go play the piano for a while?" Jia Fuhai said, patting his son on the head.

If he could relax on the sofa and enjoy the sound of his son's piano playing, life would be perfect.

"Oh, okay," Na Ji replied, a bit disappointed that there was nothing else to buy. But the piano was a decent alternative.

With nothing else to do, Na Ji sat down at the piano and began to play. Though he hadn't had formal lessons, his natural talent shone through as he improvised a soothing melody.

Jia Fuhai lay back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let the music wash over him.

Suddenly, bang, bang, bang!

Zhen Fugui stormed in, irritated to find his son-in-law lazing around while his grandson did all the work. He slapped Jia Fuhai on the shoulder several times.

"What are you doing, Dad? Just close your eyes and enjoy the musical feast Naji is giving us!" Jia Fuhai protested, trying to hold onto his moment of peace.

"Can't you do something useful for once?" Zhen Fugui grumbled. How could a grown man live off his wife and still make his son run errands?

"Oh, come on, Dad. This is helping Na Ji develop his skills. Why not let him practice?" Jia Fuhai insisted.

"Hmph!" Zhen Fugui didn't dare argue further. His grandson was a prodigy, and he wasn't qualified to challenge him.

Meanwhile, Zhen Linqi and her sister quietly entered the room, both listening to Na Ji's gentle piano music.

The melody was simple but carried an innocence that seemed to transport them back to their own childhoods.

As the song came to an end, Zhen Fugui broke the silence with a reflective comment, "I just remembered how my father used to discipline me."

He cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed by the sudden vulnerability. "Anyway, I'm going to check on Qi Yi."

"Nana, it seems Na Ji could become a great musician," Zhen Linqi said with a smile, turning to her sister.

"Hehe, of course! Whose son do you think he is?" Zhen Linna puffed out her chest proudly.

"Yep, Nana, you're awesome!" Jia Fuhai and Qiqi exchanged a knowing look and quickly praised her. This girl thrived on compliments.

"Qiqi, Na Ji's music seems different. It's like he's expressing a child's boundless imagination," Zhen Linqi observed.

"We can't let him follow rigid lessons. Let him keep this freedom of expression, or we might stifle his creativity," Jia Fuhai suggested, concerned that formal education might dull his son's natural talent.

"I agree. I'll talk to his teachers and make sure they nurture his creativity," Zhen Linqi nodded, understanding the importance of preserving her son's spiritual connection to music.

"Thank you, sister," Zhen Linna said, hugging her older sibling. This task was definitely something only her sister could handle.

"Just don't cause me any more headaches, and I'll take care of it," Zhen Linqi responded, giving her sister's face a playful pinch.

Zhen Linna didn't mind the teasing. She knew her sister would handle everything, and that was enough for her.