"Early in the morning, get your dad energized, so he doesn't mess up the weight when selling tea leaves due to lack of spirit."
Ansheng, full of joy, pressed the volume button, turned off the voice call sound, and handed the phone back to Ah Qing.
"Ah, this..."
Ah Qing was stupefied, looking at the constant stream of messages on WeChat: "Isn't this...not very good?"
"What's not good about it? When you're on vacation, I still have a raptor over there, you take it back for dad to use, and show him what filial piety means."
"Just watch his smug face!" Ansheng nonchalantly waved to Ah Qing.
Old Deng's old diesel pickup is just about ready to be scrapped too. When idling, the whole vehicle rattles with a "buzz buzz buzz," lacking any comfort.
Anyway, it's Ah Qing's dad, though he can be overbearing, he's worked hard for the family his whole life. Returning home for the New Year, bring something nice for him to enjoy.
