Old Master Zhang shouted at Zhang Zhentian without holding back: "Why are you panicking? You've made me so dizzy! At least let me sit for a moment and stop my head from spinning before I wake up!"
Zhang Zhentian realized he might have a point, so he replied in an overly solicitous tone: "Alright, fine, Dad, take your time to recover. I'll pour you a glass of water."
"That's more like it!" Old Master Zhang was exactly the same as always, enjoying the feeling of being served by his son.
Zhang Zhentian strode quickly to the kettle, taking three steps in two. In record time, he poured a glass of water and brought it over.
Old Master Zhang took the glass of water Zhang Zhentian handed him and immediately drank a mouthful. He regretted it instantly. His tongue was burned so badly he felt blisters forming. Raising his head, he glared at Zhang Zhentian and roared, "What are you doing? Are you trying to burn me alive?!"
