"Why buy more wine again? You brought a case of Wuliangye last time, didn't you? You never come empty-handed, and buying more things just makes me unhappy." The old man liked Maotai, sure, but when family members keep bringing things, it feels too formal. Plus, young people have big expenses; he worried Luke might not have enough for himself.
"Grandpa, I can't come more than a few times a year. While I'm in New York, I want to show my filial piety; otherwise, I'd feel guilty."
The old man waved his hand, "Young people are supposed to be working hard on their careers; being busy isn't a bad thing. I still have your dad and uncle by my side, no need to worry.
In a few years, even if you want to be busy, you won't have the energy."
Will came over holding a case of chilled beer, "Bro, have a bottle to quench your thirst."
Luke took the beer bottle and drank a sip, advising, "Will, I'm heading back to Los Angeles tomorrow. Remember, if anything happens at home, give me a call."
