Even the simple-minded An Guoqing could see the disgust in An Guoming's expression and tone.
"What is this crap?"
An Guoqing's question made An Ercheng, who was just pushing open the truck's rear gate, jump down rather unnaturally.
"An Guoqing, you're home?"
"You… you… you… What are you doing here?"
An Guoqing stammered over his "you"s for a good while, not once addressing him as "Second Uncle." The look of disgust on his face was even more obvious than An Guoming's.
An Ercheng was a bit embarrassed, but he'd dropped the high-and-mighty act he'd put on as an elder during his last visit. He just chuckled and asked An Guoqing, "Is your dad home?"
An Guoqing's mouth moved faster than his brain. "He's not home."
"Hey, eldest—stop dawdling! We're waiting for you to eat— Second Brother!"
An Sancheng came out to call them for dinner, but he stopped mid-sentence when he saw An Ercheng.
