"You're back."
"Uncle Zhang left?"
"If he hasn't left, is he staying the night?"
Jiang Chen and Fang Qing didn't come back until after four in the afternoon.
"What are you saying?"
Pan Hui nudged her husband's arm, signaling him to watch his words. After all, Zhang Zhongquan was Jiang Chen's uncle.
"Jiang Chen, your uncle brought a lot of things over. Why don't you take them back?"
There really were a lot of gifts.
All laid out on the table.
There were two boxes of Wuliangye liquor alone—quite a generous offering.
"He brought them for you, Aunt Pan. Why should I take them?"
"What would Jiang Chen need these things for now?" Fang Weiguo chimed in.
"Uncle Zhang came because of the house issue, right?"
Fang Qing asked.
"Of course, what else could it be? To visit me and your mom?"
Fang Weiguo shook his head. "Your Uncle Fang has a small mind, worried that we won't acknowledge it."
