Early the next morning, Lin Chu received a message from his dad. He said the lychees from their hometown mountain had ripened and that he had mailed ten *jin* over. He'd also sent two free-range chickens, already butchered and chilled.
Oh boy.
This...
Lin Chu was left speechless and a bit conflicted.
'Dad does care about me after all. He never sent anything before.'
'Now that I'm giving him 50,000 a month for living expenses, plus Maotai and Chunghwa cigarettes, my treatment has sure improved. What a dear old dad.'
But the source of Lin Chu's conflict was that lychees don't keep. They'd be inedible in a few days. The chickens wouldn't taste good if they sat for too long either.
