"Uncle, aren't you my father's only younger brother?"
Hearing his nephew's question, Mr. Xu's dark face couldn't help but flush with embarrassment, and then he flew into a rage, pointing at the incense burner in front of him and said, "You devil kin, finding rapport as soon as you meet, squatting by the door asking people to become sworn brothers, you have tarnished the traditions of the Xu Family!"
His nephew, looking at the incense table behind him, spoke with obvious confusion in his tone, "The traditions of the... Xu Family?"
"You!"
"It's true, just look at whose nephew I am, and who taught me as a disciple..."
"Alright alright, let it go, the child is young and doesn't understand," Zheng Fa stepped in front of Mr. Xu's much older nephew, pleading with Mr. Xu, "Talk nicely, teach nicely, don't get physical!"
Mr. Xu, looking at Zheng Fa, became even more embarrassed, his raised palm awkwardly fell, and he said in a low voice, "I have made a fool of myself in front of you..."