"Ha..."
Luke yawned as he walked down from the second floor, greeting Li Zhaofeng and the little fatty sitting in the dining room.
"Good morning."
The little fatty set the table while saying, "You got up late."
Luke sat down at the dining table, "Just in time."
Because he was followed last night, Luke didn't sleep well. If those two dared to follow him again, Luke would definitely settle the scores with them.
"It's ready." Li Zhaofeng started scooping out the dumplings.
The little fatty spread his hands, "Didn't we just eat dumplings last night?"
Li Zhaofeng drained the dumplings, "It's a tradition from our old hometown."
The little fatty asked curiously, "Dad, how many years have you been in America?"
Li Zhaofeng thought for a moment, "Almost thirty years."
"How long has it been since you went back to China?"
Li Zhaofeng thought for a moment, "Nearly ten years."
The little fatty curiously said, "You're always talking about tradition, but you haven't gone back to China."
