But the moment he stepped outside, before he had even finished stretching, he saw Secretary Chen and his family coming to visit.
"Oh? What brings you here, Secretary Chen? Come on in and sit down." After showing them to their seats, Ye Yaodong shouted, "Dad, Secretary Chen's here!"
He did not know whether his father was in his room or out back. Either way, shouting would do.
Father Ye heard him and hurried in from the backyard, tugging up his trousers, his belt still unfastened.
"Oh, Secretary Chen's here! Have a seat. Join us for a couple of drinks. We've got a few dishes to go with them today."
He did not seem embarrassed at all and cheerfully invited them to sit down for a drink as if nothing were amiss. Ye Yaodong, on the other hand, felt a little awkward watching him. Had his father even washed his hands?
He had rushed inside in such a hurry...
Secretary Chen smiled. "No, no, we've already cooked at home. I came specifically to thank Dongzi. If he hadn't stepped in in time, my eldest grandson might have died."
As he spoke, he took the basket from his wife and lifted the cloth covering it, revealing two packs of Huazi, two bottles of Moutai, two jars of canned food, and two red paper packets containing our locally famous roasted flour cakes.
This was already the most lavish gift they could give at the time. A bottle of Moutai alone cost over ten yuan. The Ye family members in the main room were all stunned.
Father Ye's eyes widened. "You... what are you doing? He only lent a hand. Take these back. They must have cost a lot. Why spend so much? Go return them."
Ye Yaodong was surprised too. He had not