"Don't think that Mr. Zhao and the others are living just so-so, they might not even have it as good as me, but there's one thing that money can't buy or find."
"What?"
"The experience of living a large part of a lifetime."
Xu Qing chuckled softly, "The losses eaten, the roads walked, the people seen, and the events experienced can all be unsealed with a pot of tea."
"But you don't like to listen when your dad tells you."
"Is that the same thing?"
"How is it not the same?"
"I can watch them fall into pits, then figure out how to avoid them, but I can't let him press down on my head and directly tell me how I should walk," Xu Qing shook his head, "Watching them get beaten down by society, that's my experience; him directly telling me what to do, that's his experience."
"Oh, then your dad..."
"Our dad." Xu Qing corrected, "You need to get used to it."
"Our, our," Jiang He stumbled for a moment, murmuring softly, "Our dad..."
