"You silly boy, why didn't you let me inside earlier? I'm freezing."
As soon as the grumpy old man walked into the living room, he fired at Zhang Guoqing: "If there's anything good to eat at home, bring it out quickly. I'm starving."
"Just wait a moment, I'll prepare it right away."
Carrying out the breakfast of meat buns and corn porridge, Zhang Guoqing lifted the curtain and saw the scene—a shabby old man having taken off his worn jacket and was wearing "twill fabric," with a sweater draped over the armrest beside him.
He complained, "How is it that despite your age, you always come looking for a laugh with me? With your circumstances, you shouldn't be coming to me to freeload."
"I'm seeking you out because I think highly of you. So many people want to invite me to their homes, but I'm not interested. Quickly, call your wife over; she's still with child."
"You could tell?"
