Mr. Zhang carefully put away the note. He would need to take it back to the village to show his older brother and younger brother, so they could see that even his grandson, so young, was already a cultured person.
At the intersection, the three families bid farewell to each other and headed home.
Halfway, Mr. Zhang saw someone carrying breakfast, and after thinking it over, turned back to buy two dough fritters, had a chat with the restaurant chef, and then made his way home.
Before he even reached his door, Wang Dasheng, hearing Mr. Zhang greet someone, quickly came out of his courtyard and waved at him.
Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up, and he eagerly approached, smiling happily at him.
"Brother Zhang, come over with Brother Chen tonight."
"Brother, impressive!"
Wang Dasheng grinned, gave a thumbs-up, and humbly said, "It's nothing much, just some scraps. I'm glad you don't mind."
"Oh, there you go being modest again."
