Sometimes fate has a strange sense of irony. The more you want to avoid something, the more it entangles you. This was the case with Mr. Jing, but that's a story for later.
In the following days, the whole family entered a busy phase of life.
Mr. Jing was responsible for planting a dwarf tree laden with sugar heart apples in the front yard and transplanting a small white apricot tree filled with apricots to the backyard. "Do they even sell trees with fruits on them nowadays?" he wondered. "Why is the root shaped like a cube?"
"What do you know? It's high technology that lets so many fruits hang on a tree. For the next month, we'll have fresh fruit to eat." Mr. Jing had just started to drool when his tooth began aching again. He didn't know when it had grown or how long it would hurt. It really is a nuisance.
