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"Old lady, look at what you're saying. How could my grandson possibly be thin? He's standing right in front of you, isn't he?"
My grandfather rushed over to me as soon as he saw me, inspecting me from head to toe.
However, my grandmother seemed to ignore my grandfather's words entirely. "He's grown quite a bit and looks much more handsome than your father did at his age. Oh, my Good Grandson, you're so handsome!"
Old Zhao twitched at the corners of his mouth, lying there without saying a word, feeling inexplicably attacked.
"Geez, always calling you my Good Grandson like that. It's as if I'm not even your grandson!"
Now I finally understood where my talent for bickering came from; it was all hereditary.
"What can you do if he doesn't speak? His mouth is like a loaded gun, just blabbing away non-stop."
I quickly intervened to stop the two elders; they could bicker all day long.
"Grandpa, Grandma, why are you here? Why didn't you let me know in advance?"
My grandmother shot Old Zhao a glare and then smiled at me. "You should thank that Dead Old Man of yours for telling us to go out and have some fun. But when we went out, we couldn’t read a thing and didn’t understand how to use our phones. We just got back now; if we had come back a month earlier, we could have celebrated your birthday!"
Old Zhao suddenly found himself at a loss for words. He had indeed forgotten that they didn’t understand smartphones and thought they were having a great time since they hadn’t called once.
It was better not to explain further; the more he explained, the worse it would get. In their presence, even the fearsome Mad Dog Zhao Changsheng wouldn’t dare act too recklessly.
Seeing Old Zhao's guilty expression today put me in a good mood; I decided not to call him out on it and settled onto the sofa to chat with my grandparents instead.
I watched as they pulled out a burlap sack filled with various local snacks, souvenirs, and travel brochures. My eyes began to mist over unexpectedly.
Compared to most families, ours could be considered their paradise—no need to rush around for three meals a day or worry about poor academic performance after years of parental support; I was already ahead of others by leaps and bounds.
How fortunate I was!
"Dad, did you bring me any local specialties?" I asked Old Zhao as I noticed my grandparents carrying so many things for me. After all, he was the head of the family; logically speaking, he should have brought something back too.
Unexpectedly, Old Zhao slammed his cup down on the table with a loud clatter. The noise was significant, but what intrigued me most was that despite the force he used, the cup didn’t break—what material was it made of?
"How can you even ask for specialties? You sent your mother and me all the way out there without even a phone call! If it weren't for our good connections, we might not have come back for another month! You want specialties? Let's see if your hands are itching."
Seeing this, Old Zhao looked defeated; if he couldn't fight back, he might as well avoid trouble altogether.
When I saw him turn and head into the backyard, I decided not to linger with my grandparents any longer. I needed to handle business first, so I followed Old Zhao into the backyard.
There were updates from him now. I shared all the information I had gathered today with Old Zhao, and his expression darkened as he questioned my thoughts on it.
But I stammered for a long time without being able to articulate anything meaningful. Old Zhao, frustrated and furious, kicked me hard in the rear, cursing me for being useless. "They've got a knife to your throat, and you can't even spit out a word! How did I end up with someone like you?"
After taking a few kicks, I realized that this wasn't about Old Zhao's disappointment in me; he was simply venting his own frustrations on me. If he wanted to take it out on me like this, then I wouldn't hold back!
So, I raised my voice and began to wail loudly. As expected, Old Zhao inside heard the commotion and rushed out to join the fray. Old Zhao kicked me, while Old Zhao kicked Old Zhao.
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