Zhang Lao'er had just returned from the fields and was eating watermelon at home when the telephone rang. Zhang Lao'er picked up the phone and before he could say a word, the person on the other end started arguing.
Zhang Lao'er, known for his fiery temper, kicked the wall in frustration and swore, "Who's this rascal? If you dare, name yourself so I can come beat you up. I'll not only beat you, I'll also beat your father and then carry your mother away to add a little brother to your family!"
Li Huai almost fell off the sofa laughing. Anyone who crosses Zhang Lao'er gets a tongue-lashing like this, and yet, he doesn't need to use any obscenities to win a fight - a real old rascal.
"How long has it been since I left that you can't even recognize my voice?" Li Huai asked angrily.
"Huh?" Zhang Lao'er stammered, his eyes suddenly gleaming. "Are you...Are you that bastard, Li Huai?"
