Two days later, Eighth Uncle and Eighth Aunt brought Mo Chengfu over. They also brought two chickens, a slab of meat, noodles, and two bags of sweet biscuits. The moment they entered, they made Mo Chengfu kneel and kowtow before Grandpa and Grandma. Eighth Uncle had a long, sharp face, and his lips were always pressed tightly together, giving him a stern and severe appearance. Xiao Man could say she had practically never heard his voice. Seeing Mo Chengfu stop moving after just one kowtow, Eighth Uncle didn't say a word. He strode forward, grabbed Mo Chengfu's head, and slammed it against the floor twice with a THUD THUD before letting go and stepping back.
Xiao Man: ...
'Eighth Uncle, that move was so swift and familiar. It's straight out of a movie, isn't it? Like that one, *Shanghai Beach*. Isn't that how the disciples in the Green Gang's incense halls acted?'
Grandpa said, "We're all family, there's no need for this," as he hurried to help Mo Chengfu up.
