"You want me...to buy cosmetics for Mazu?"
Yu Xueqing looked puzzled as she stared at the 5,000 yuan transfer on WeChat, typing out a question mark.
"Your dad is really trendy, huh?" Yu Xueqing didn't shy away when she called her dad, and Ansheng and Mo Yiqing were eavesdropping the whole time.
Mo Yiqing couldn't resist chiming in with a quip.
"This feels like a déjà vu. I've seen this move before on Old Deng's circle. There's a rich old man who donated a huge amount for Mazu Temple's renovation and brags about it every day in front of Old Deng..."
"Old Deng, unable to counter that, just played the filial piety card, using moral coercion to claim he was being dutiful to Mazu!" Ansheng said confidently to Yu Xueqing with a look of certainty.
To Ansheng, Old Deng's seemingly ridiculous actions were still within the realm of understanding.
Because here, the culture of comparison is heavy, and they'll grit their teeth to show off anything displayed outwardly.
