Back when Wang Gen Sheng was just an ordinary old man, the other old men and women tolerated him as much as they could, seeing that Wang Laogen seemed to have signs of Alzheimer's, and treated him as background noise. But ever since Wang Gen Sheng became an insider at Yunzhong Restaurant and could easily eat from the little stove, the old men and women couldn't take it anymore.
You, who are already eating from the little stove, still have to babble and bother us; indeed, what is tolerable and what is not?
It had been a long time since Wang Gen Sheng had reminisced freely about the past.
Now that Wang Gen Sheng had met Shi Dadan, a new friend who was willing to listen to him reminisce about the past, was very interested in his past, and had witnessed his forty-year accounting skills firsthand this afternoon, how could Wang Gen Sheng not be delighted?
How could he resist reminiscing a few more times?
