"Now I believe you guys are really doing well in Beijing! Our Old Zhang's family really has smoke rising from our ancestors' graves—this would have called for a huge feast in the past. Oh, dear, let's go home first and offer incense, let the clan leader and captain uncle be pleased." Mr. Zhang said excitedly and incoherently, immediately pulling Mother Zhang to go outside.
Zhang Guoqing quickly grabbed him, "Dad, don't get too excited! Sit down first. There are photos too, take a look at the people in the New Year paintings, we have them all. It's nothing special."
With a "pa," Mr. Zhang slapped his eldest son's shoulder hard, laughing, "Silly boy! What could be more special than this? Your father-in-law is practically flying. Ah, why isn't he smiling when he's with them? Look at him with such a stern face. I'll have to give him a good pounding later!"
