The meal was sumptuously significant, whether it was to welcome the two of them home and cleanse them of their travel dust or to celebrate their promotions; this meal had extraordinary meaning.
An Cheng and his three brothers talked as they drank.
Today he was genuinely thrilled. He had had his share of glory in his lifetime. At his age, it was no longer about living for his own elegance; among comrades, colleagues, friends, and relatives, people were more inclined to talk about the achievements of their sons and daughters.
For anyone, having a successful son was a matter of immense pride. His eldest son had always been a thorn in his side and had chosen the path of a self-employed individual, which caused him great pain. In his mind, a family like theirs, of course, meant that the son should follow his father's career—all of them should come from a martial background.