"Then let's try our best to prepare something nice. It is just a meal after all, and I can afford this much money. Let's make sure it's not inferior to what they have."
"You make it sound so easy. Who are they, and who are we? Don't be fooled by that Lin, always saying she's from the countryside. Have you ever seen a villager like her? As soon as she arrived, she had a whole set of new furniture, a TV, and a radio. Which of our farmers is as rich as them? We are the genuine, old peasants; even if we did have something, we couldn't compare with them."
"If this won't do and that won't do, what exactly do you want?"
Feng Dajun ran out of patience, threw his chopsticks on the table, and frowned deeply.