"What? Pork feast?!"
As a biological grandfather and the one who contributes the most financially, Lao Zhu naturally has a bit of privilege.
For example, right now, he is the first to hear the news of the pork feast.
How does that poem go again? The pride of the spring breeze and swift horse hooves pale in comparison to today's simmered pig trotters. How could a steaming hot pork feast in the dead of winter not be delightful?
Lao Zhu quickly calculated in his mind—mid-January, right? Okay, I have time. I must make time!
He was so excited he even considerately said, "Remember to give them money, don't let them suffer a loss, I'll take Xiaodu with me."
Of course, after going there, we'll need to grind some more tobacco and bring some liquor; people don't do business there, we can trade with goods! All those cigarettes, liquors, and other upkeep products are piled up in the room; exchange whatever you want with gusto!
