That night.
At the Yao Family's little courtyard.
Wave after wave of visitors came. One group left, and another arrived, practically bursting Yao Cui's courtyard and wearing down the threshold. Half an hour...
An hour...
Yao's Father and Yao's Mother were constantly entertaining guests, exhausted beyond measure.
Finally, around eight o'clock, most of the visitors had left.
Only then did Yao's Father get a chance to catch his breath. He sat heavily in a chair and smoked. "These people are way too enthusiastic."
Yao's Mother was no better off. She sat down clutching her waist and gulped down water. "Whew, I can't take it anymore. Cui'er, hurry up and rub my waist."
"Sure, I'm at your service." Yao Cui smiled and walked over.
Yao's Father glared at his wife. "Cui'er is tired too. You're still making her rub your waist?"
Yao's Mother remembered as well and immediately said, "Right, Xiao Li, rub your mother's waist. Your sister is tired, and she's someone important now. She can't be doing this sort of thing anymore."
Yao Li gave a heavy grunt and stepped forward.
But Yao Cui said, "Mom, are you putting me down?"
Yao's Mother chuckled. "Why would I put you down?"
"Sit down, little brother. No need for you." Yao Cui still took the initiative to massage her mother's waist. Her technique was very practiced; she clearly gave her mother massages often. "Forget being some little secretary—even if I became County Party Secretary, I'd still be your daughter. You can order me around whenever you want."
Yao's Father said, "If people saw this, it would affect your image."
Yao Cui said, "Being filial to one's parents is only natural. Your reasoning is wrong."
Yao's Mother patted her daughter's hand with satisfaction. "My daughter is still the one who loves me