Yu Hui was lying on a lounge chair, planning to call Yu Jun to ask where he was.
Who knew?
Looking up, I saw Yu Jun and the old man.
He opened his eyes wide, and with a swift movement, sat up straight from the recliner.
He stared intently for a few seconds before finally speaking, "Dad! Grandpa! Why didn't you tell me you were coming up?"
"Wasn't this to give you a surprise?"
Yu Jun grinned from ear to ear: "Hui'er, I've been looking around for a long time and found that only you have a towering tree here. It seems you are the chosen one!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Hui burst into laughter: "It's just good luck, there's no such thing as a chosen one."
The old man crossed his arms behind his back and looked Yu Hui's stall up and down with a serious expression.
"I never expected that such a small stall could display so many things! It's truly amazing!"
Looking at the dazzling array of braised dishes, boxed meals, and side dishes on the stall, the old man couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Are these duck feet, duck carcasses, duck intestines, and these boxed lunches tasty?"
Just as Yu Hui was about to speak, Pan Tiezhu interrupted him.
"Delicious! Anything my brother Hui makes is absolutely delicious!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present laughed.
Yu Jun waved to Yu Hui, and Yu Hui walked up to him.
"What's wrong with Dad? What's so mysterious about it?"
“Your grandfather bought you a brand new van, intending for you to use it for work. You can return the old one to me later,” Yu Jun said.
"A new van?"
Yu Hui paused for a moment, then replied, "Dad, you should keep the new van. I'll just use the old one to haul groceries."
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