When the taxi drove away, Butcher Zhang walked up and patted his shoulder: "Good lad, you've got a girlfriend now, when are you bringing her home to meet us!"
Zhang Ruyun chuckled, "We haven't made it official yet!"
Butcher Zhang's voice was robust, "I'd say it's a sure thing!"
Zhang Ruyun was surprised that his rough-around-the-edges father understood these things.
Butcher Zhang tied his son's suitcase to the back of the motorcycle and laughed: "Back in the day, that's exactly how your mom looked at your dad!"
"Now that you've got a girlfriend, make sure you dress nicely!" Butcher Zhang took his son to the men's wardrobe—Heilan Home.
Spent over a thousand yuan on buying his son a set of clothes.
Zhang Ruyun was quite filial, wanting to buy clothes for his parents, but dating was expensive, and he simply didn't have the money.
Finally, he could only go to the fruit store and buy some fruit. It ended up being his dad who paid.
