Since the son left with the Mayor, Father Li couldn't stop blaming himself: "Look at my big mouth, why couldn't I just keep it shut? We always eat sweet potatoes, why did I say it's pig food?..."
"His father, the Mayor looks like a good person, he won't blame us."
Father Li puffed on his pipe and sighed heavily: "The Mayor may not blame us, but we can't remain indifferent. You know, on such a cold day, he comes over and we serve just a plate of sweet potatoes.
If word gets out, won't people think we're fools? After finally getting such an opportunity for our son, we end up causing trouble."
"Our Xiao Kun is a thoughtful child. If the Mayor were really upset about this, Xiao Kun would have surely asked me to cook something better.
Besides, didn't the Mayor and Xiao Kun both say that an important official from the city is coming today? Compared to our meal, meeting the big official is obviously more important, don't you think so, his father?"
