"Hah, do you think I'm praising just for a little red envelope? You're underestimating me." While speaking, Liang Qu took out paper and pen, jotting and sketching as he murmured, "For the festival in February, my godmother didn't give me a red envelope. I'm very disappointed, noting it down."
Laughter filled the room, everyone rocking back and forth.
"Oh my, you've even noted me down. Such a petty mind!" Madam Xu hurriedly untied a small red sachet from her waist and stuffed it with broken silver, "Here, here! Is this enough?"
"Alright, alright! I'll erase it." Liang Qu quickly scratched it off, accepting the sachet with both hands, "I knew it, my godmother still loves me. Come, come, Dragon Elephant King, give me some face! You can't just come here for a free meal, can you?"
"True, true." Xu Zishuai, who had already left his seat and was also asking Madam Xu for a red envelope, looked up, "I grew up listening to your stories, and today, I'm honored if you would share one."
