Turning around, he quickly ran to open the trunk, picked up one package after another, and carried them down in one go. He said to Zhou Wensong, who seemed to understand the situation well, "Brother Zhou, just a little token, not worthy of much respect."
"What are you bringing these for, such extravagance." Zhou Wensong looked at the conspicuous Zhonghua Cigarettes and National Cellar Wine, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Who in the countryside would be willing to spend money on such expensive things?"
Zhou Cuihua's mother, Liu Sufen, noticed her husband Zhou Lingui, though still fuming, had quieted a bit. Liu Sufen angrily said, "Old man, our daughter came back with difficulty, why are you making such a fuss? Are you really going to sever ties with our daughter? I didn't say anything for the last couple of years because we were all upset, but today, if you dare to kick Cuihua out, you might as well kick me out too!"
