While Feng Qingxue and Wang Fengqiao were chatting and laughing at home, the old leader was warmly greeting Lu Zhiyuan and Wang Zhengguo.
Wang Zhengguo was so excited that his answers were inevitably stuttering.
The old leader joked, "No wonder you are Xibao's uncle, your way of speaking is quite similar!"
Xibao is young and started talking relatively late, he still can't utter long sentences, always speaking in bursts of two or three words at a time. If the sentence is too long, he stutters and pauses in between.
Wang Zhengguo couldn't believe how approachable and humorous the old leader was. He felt relieved and said, "I dare not compare myself to Xibao."
"Ah?" Xibao looked puzzled.
The old leader patted his head, "Eat your fruit, your Grandpa, and Uncles are talking."
"Oh!" Xibao continued burying his head in the bowl, waving his fork to pierce an apple in the middle. He took a gulp of the canned fruit that Secretary Tang poured into the bowl for him to eat by himself.
