I could tell that old ghost and the doctor were alike. They only wanted to have something to do and sought no reward.
It was as though satisfying their creative potential alone was enough to fulfill them.
Only then did Chu Ping look at old ghost and call out, "Mr. Pang."
Old ghost snorted. "Why call me Mr. Pang? Old ghost sounds much better. Don't think I don't know that's what all of you call me behind my back. Why start calling me Mr. Pang when I'm standing right here?"
Chu Ping looked somewhat embarrassed.
Chu Ping turned to me. "May I ask how I should address this gentleman?"
The doctor said, "Just call him Mr. Jiang."
Only then did Chu Ping respectfully address me as Mr. Jiang. I nodded at him. "Just call me Jiang Xiaobai."
But Chu Ping said, "How could I do that? Etiquette must not be neglected."
The doctor looked at Chu Ping. "Chu Ping, do you know what I dislike most about you? You always insist on all that formal nonsense. Those of us in research don't care for so many courtesies. I prefer straightforward people."
But Chu Ping said, "Big Brother Madman, etiquette must not be neglected. No matter who it is or when it is, proper manners should still be observed, shouldn't they?"
The doctor froze for a moment. He probably had not expected Chu Ping to be so stubborn. With a sigh, he said, "No wonder your sister doesn't like you. If I had to face you every day, I'd get bored too. Enough, stop being so polite with us. Let's eat. I'm hungry."
The doctor was truly genuine, and old ghost was the same. No wonder they got along so well.
Chu Chu Chu was already in the private room. When