Bidding for Chilly Dragon Fruit.

Elder Yuan watched his son contort his face in an urgent, almost comical plea. After a long pause that stretched the tension thin, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yuan Hua," he began, his voice laced with weary resignation, "must you always make things so difficult? Tell me honestly, is this the same pill you wanted to bid on at the auction?"

Yuan Hua's eyes widened. "Absolutely, Father! This is exactly the pill I mentioned!" He bobbed his head enthusiastically, oblivious to his father's scrutinizing gaze.

Elder Yuan fixed him with a penetrating look. "Hua, it's been a while, hasn't it? Since... well, let's just say things haven't been quite right down there."

Yuan Hua furrowed his brow in confusion. "Down there? Father, what are you on about? Everything's perfectly fine."