"Good question!" Shen Weimin said, stuffing a piece of chicken into the mouth of Xiao Si, his younger brother who could still be molded. "It's a bit complicated. I'll teach you a trick."
"Okay," Shen Xiaosi replied, his voice muffled.
"It's a move called psychological warfare."
'What a load of crap!' Shen Mingquan thought, amused. He shot a sideways glance at his son, then at his youngest, who was sitting obediently beside his older brother with a snack in his hand.
"I wouldn't teach this to just anyone. The more your sister-in-law tells me not to tear down and rebuild the house, the more I have to insist on it. And I have to repeatedly tell her that it's our parents who won't agree otherwise.
"Why do this? There are a lot of reasons. First of all, no matter how much you adore your wife, we men can't just listen to everything they say.
