"Mom, I don't like Uncle Jia. Why do you keep inviting him over for dinner?" Hairong stuffed his hands in his pockets, pouting and kicking the occasional small stones along the way.
He had already said he didn't like Uncle Jia and didn't understand why his mother kept inviting him over for dinner.
Wang Xia rubbed Hairong's little head affectionately, saying, "Uncle Jia is Dad's comrade and he helps us a lot. We should be polite to him."
Hairong avoided Wang Xia's touch, turned his head awkwardly, and said, "I don't need Uncle Jia's help. I'm a man, I can handle it myself. I just want Dad."
Wang Xia naturally knew who Hairong meant when he said "Dad", but...
"Dad is busy right now. He's either training or on a mission. When he has time, he'll come see Rong. How about I buy you a new tank at the mall later?"
"I don't want a new tank, I..."
