At the dining table, Susie was enjoying a bowl of duck soup with vermicelli in her hands. There was a bowl beside her, which used to be prepared for her mother. Now that her mother was gone, half of the noodles in the bowl were still left for her.

When Kellen came in, she handed him the half bowl of noodle soup. "Daddy, eat noodles!"

Kellen did not hesitate and picked up the bowl to eat, but noticed that there was some green onion on Susie's face. He took a tissue and wiped her face for her.

Michael stared at them.

As Kellen was about to pick up his chopsticks again, he stood up and got Susie a steamed bun.

Michael followed Kellen's hand with his gaze.

Kellen then sat down again and suddenly remembered something.

He went out to make a phone call and came back shortly after. He sat down and helped Susie peel a boiled egg.

Michael sneered, "Why don't you eat?"

Are you afraid of shaking your hands and being laughed at? So many excuses!

Finally, Kellen picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat slowly, one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of soup. His hands holding the chopsticks were steady as a rock and did not tremble at all.

Michael thought to himself, "It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Why isn't he shaking? Last time, we were shaking so much!"

He was at a loss for words, and saw the difference between him and Kellen through push-ups.

He also remembered the humiliation of being knocked down by Kellen during the kindergarten explosion drill.

"I'm not eating anymore!" Uncle Westin was so angry that he threw down his bowl, stood up with a black face, and was about to leave.

Why bother to eat when he was so angry? He would rather eat instant noodles outside than sit at the same table with Kellen.

Mrs. Alana's eyelids lifted, and she said coldly, "Sit down!"

Michael reflexively turned around, pulled out a chair, sat back on the chair, and picked up his chopsticks...all in one breath.

Mrs. Alana sneered, "What's wrong, my cooking doesn’t suit your taste?"

This boy has been fiddling with the dishes in the bowl with his chopsticks since he sat down at the table, picking here and there. He didn't even take the last bite, and threw down the bowl with a black face.

What's wrong with him? Rebellion is something only a few and teens go through. It's rare to see someone in their thirties still rebelling.

Michael quickly laughed, "No, no, it's very delicious, extremely delicious!"

Mrs. Alana asked, "Then why did you throw the bowl?"

Michael replied, "I... I was just...overwhelm."

He couldn't say that he was completely dominated by Kellen and felt unhappy inside...

Uncle Westin couldn't find an excuse for a moment.

Susie tilted her head slightly and said after some thought, "Uncle Westin must have been stimulated."

Michael nodded subconsciously, "Yes, yes, stimulate..."

Wait a minute, what kind of stimulation?

He suddenly choked.

Wade bluntly exposed, "Uncle Westin must have seen his brother-in-law doing 2,000 push-ups in just over 40 minutes. Last time he did it himself for two hours and felt indignant."

Lucy shook her head, "If it's impossible, it's impossible. What's the big deal? Uncle Westin, look at me, when my dad used to spank me, I just took it obediently."

Susie nodded, "So Uncle Westin, are you not able to handle it... no, so Uncle Five, are you not able to handle it?"

Michael remained silent.

He lost all face. He picked up his bowl sulkingly and ate in silence.

Mrs. Alana was speechless, "You're all grown up, yet so childish."

After pausing for a moment, she said again, "There's nothing good about comparing yourself to Kellen. Instead, why don't you compare how many times you can swing a sledgehammer in an hour with him?"

Big Head Han interjected, "In hammer swinging, Brother-in-law will definitely win!"

Wade teased, "Uncle Westin, with a name like yours, you can't win at anything..."

Michael remained silent.

Kellen's eyes had a hint of a smile as he said, "Let's eat."

The group of kids happily dug into their bowls, eating with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Zion looked up and exclaimed, "What? His brother-in-law did 2,000 push-ups in just over 40 minutes?"

Everyone remained silent.

Mrs. Alana was a little worried.

She later heard from Susie about how Zion fell from the second-floor balcony when he was two or three years old. With that kind of reaction speed, she really wondered if Zion's brain had been damaged...and if there were any remaining problems?

Mrs. Alana decided to find a chance to take Zion to get his brain checked.

After dinner, Susie went back to her room and slept until noon. Mrs. Alana didn't say anything, but during lunch, she added an extra shrimp dumpling. It was unclear when Susie woke up, but Mrs. Alana noticed something was wrong when she heard noises from upstairs.

Upstairs, Susie was standing on her tiptoes, leaning against the door, holding a screwdriver. "Find the lock core... Put the screwdriver here..." Click, click, click, clack~ The door lock was successfully pried open.

"Wow... The screwdriver is so powerful!" exclaimed Susie.

When Alex heard the word screwdriver, he started bobbing his neck to the rhythm and singing, "Screwdriver, screwdriver, use it to fix the floor at night. When the fire starts, drill into the snow. Oh~ Ho ho ho ho~ Hey!"

Susie happily continued, "Screwdriver, screwdriver, when the sun rises, it's round and plump. Take a big swig of enema and say, ah~ hahaha~ Hey!" The last "ahaha" was a duet between Susie and Alex imitating a bird's call.

When Mrs. Alana went upstairs, she saw Susie and Alex singing happily. Alex was standing on Susie's shoulder, and Susie was holding a screwdriver while dismantling things.

Several locks on different doors were pried open, and doorknobs fell off. Susie was becoming more and more skilled at prying open locks.

Mrs. Alana's temple was throbbing. "Su-sie!" she shouted.

Susie was in the middle of happily dismantling things when she suddenly felt a chill on her back. Grandma Chloe's voice rang out. She had never been so scared before.

The little girl's spine tingled, and she turned around cautiously, only to see Mrs. Alana's eyes hidden in her bangs. Susie's face lit up with a big smile, "Grandma Chloe!"

She ran over and hugged Mrs. Alana tightly, first holding both her hands tightly. Dad said Grandma Chloe could break bricks with her bare hands, which was especially scary.

Mrs. Alana couldn't break free for a moment. She looked down and saw the little girl's pleasing smile. She was about to wag her tail.

She suddenly had a headache and was amused. "What are you doing?" she asked sternly.

Susie blinked innocently, her eyes wandering. She bit her lip and weakly said, "Grandma Chloe, can I pay you back? Susie has a big red envelope that hasn't been opened yet, I can use it to repay my debts..."

Mrs. Alana couldn't hold back her emotions and asked, "Who taught you this?"

Susie's eyes began to wander. She bit her lip and weakly said, "Grandma Chloe, can I pay you back? Susie has a big red envelope that hasn't been opened yet, I can use it to repay my debts..."

Mrs. Alana couldn't hold back her emotions and asked, "Who taught you this?"

Susie innocently replied, "Nobody. I just wanted to try it myself."

Mrs. Alana couldn't help but feel a headache. There was no way that the locks and doors of Murray's mansion could be compensated for with a red envelope. With a straight face, she reached out her hand and said, "Sure, give it to me!"

Susie sadly went to get her purse and pulled out the coveted red envelope. It was so thick that she had been reluctant to use it before, and had only used small envelopes.

Mrs. Alana took it and opened it, saying "Not enough. You only have one red envelope, but you open three doors."

Susie remained silent.

She felt heartbroken and took out two more.

Mrs. Alana shook her head and said, "One door lock costs ten thousand dollar. Look at your big red envelope, it's barely enough for one door lock. How can these two thin ones be enough?"

Susie remained silent.