Feng Haidong said, "Brother, what you said has reminded me. I haven't even asked my son if he would mind his father setting up a stall at the night market."
As he spoke, Feng Haidong looked at his son and asked, "Feng Qifan, do you feel ashamed of your father setting up a stall at the night market like this?"
Feng Qifan was taken aback by the question and didn't know how to answer it for a moment.
Seeing his son standing there in a daze, Feng Haidong smiled and said, "Tell me what you're thinking. Your parents won't blame you."
Feng Qifan finally came to his senses and thought about it seriously before saying, "Mom and Dad, our textbooks always say that labor is the most glorious thing. You are earning money by setting up a stall at the night market, and I don't feel ashamed of it."
Sun Yongxing immediately shouted, "Good, what a good son!"
Feng Haidong handed the beer directly to his son and said, "Come on, son, toast your Uncle Sun."
Seeing this, Lu Wanling quickly nudged her husband: "Why are you still letting our son drink?"
Feng Haidong laughed and said, "It's okay, a sip of beer won't hurt."
Then, Feng Haidong opened another bottle for Sun Yongxing.
Feng Qifan looked at his mother until she nodded and said, "Okay, then you can toast Uncle Sun and just take a sip."
Feng Qifan then took the bottle from his father, held it with both hands, and said to Sun Yongxing, "Uncle Sun, I'd like to toast you."
Sun Yongxing laughed heartily, gently clinking the wine bottle against Feng Qifan's: "Okay, Uncle Feng, thank you."
Then, Feng Qifan and Sun Yongxing took a sip of beer together.
Seeing this, Feng Haidong smiled and said, "Good son, come on, eat a few bites of food."
Just as the two families were enjoying their meal together, a very discordant and jarring sound suddenly rang out.
"Hey, where's the boss? Who gave you permission to set up a stall here? You have to pay to set up a stall here, you know?"
Upon hearing this sound, Feng Haidong and the others immediately raised their heads and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
I saw a few young people dressed in a sleazy style gathered in front of the stall.
Zhao Hongxia saw a tall boy among the group of young people and immediately stood up and shouted, "Hongyu, what are you doing hanging out with these hooligans again?"
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