8

After the leader left in anger, the room was filled with suffocating silence.

Father's face was terrifyingly somber, fists clenched, veins bulging.

He suddenly turned to Grandma, his voice trembling with suppressed rage: "Mom, why did you buy pork?"

Grandma looked innocent, tears welling in her eyes: "I just wanted the leader to taste the flavors of our hometown."

She sobbed, as if she had suffered a great injustice: "How would I know he doesn't eat pork?"

Father took a deep breath, seemingly trying hard to control his emotions.

"I have to go after the leader," he said through gritted teeth, "and explain this clearly."

With that, he turned and rushed out of the room, running downstairs.

I followed behind, watching as Father jumped into the car, desperately turning the key.

However, the engine only made a few weak coughing sounds before falling completely silent.

Father tried again and again, but the car wouldn't move an inch.