Ma Yongming had just climbed onto his motorcycle after giving instructions, and before he had a chance to signal Yan Fei to leave, he saw the youngster twist his throttle, leaving him in a cloud of smoke and speeding off instantly.
Ma Yongming was surprised, and a few people nearby laughed loudly. He muttered a curse and rode his motorcycle to the ranch. Yan Fei, busy preparing a meal and shifting a table, warmly welcomed him. "Uncle Ming, hurry up and wash your hands to eat!"
Ma Yongming's response was to curse loudly, "What's your hurry, kid? You're speeding like that, do you have a death wish?"
Yan Fei was startled, then realized that he had been quite hurried earlier. He sheepishly said, "Didn't I rush back here to prepare a meal for you?"