"Uncle Gu, Uncle An, oh, you two finally made it!" Father Bai hurriedly greeted Old Master Gu and Old Master An as soon as he saw them, "I say you two, now that you are related by marriage, how come you both show up arm in arm to attend the banquet? If my father were to see this, wouldn't he die of jealousy?"
"Spit spit spit, what's this about dying? Talking nonsense on such a joyous day, hurry up and spit three times to dispel the bad luck." Old Lady An hurriedly scolded Father Bai and anxiously reminded him.
"Oh, look at my big mouth. Aunt An is right to scold me; I deserve a smack." Father Bai promptly slapped his own mouth, spat three times, and said with a chuckle.