A few people had a very pleasant meal together, and after dinner, Zhao Chun even volunteered to help Grandma Tian and Auntie Tian wash the dishes. He rarely did much housework, but he was quite skilled at washing dishes. Of course, Grandma Tian declined. After all, how could a guest be expected to wash dishes? Still, the young man's attitude was commendable—he was a good kid.
"I think this young man is pretty decent," Auntie Tian remarked after Zhao Chun left. "Polite to us and without the arrogance of some men."
Grandma Tian nodded in agreement and asked, "Sangsang, what does Xiao Zhao do for a living?"
Tian Sangsang popped a plum into her mouth and chewed. "Him? He's still studying. He came to Beijing this time to shoot a movie—he's an amateur director."
Grandma Tian seemed to grasp what being a director meant and sighed. "Everything about this young man is good, except for his job." As an elderly lady, she couldn't quite understand such an unstable, roaming career.
