"Just two and a half years left," Li Ping'an placed the fine liquor on the table, smiling, "Let's have a drink together, I'll keep you company."
"Whoa, back in our hometown, you used to criticize me for drinking, and now you want to drink with your old man? You've grown up."
Li Dazhi shuffled in his cloth shoes, draped in a long robe, cleared his throat twice and sat down at the table.
"You've got alcohol but no dishes here."
"Who says there are no dishes," Li Ping'an pulled out several cold plates from his sleeve.
"Looks like you've come prepared," Li Dazhi squinted his eyes and smiled, "What, were you afraid your dad would burst into tears, so you specially came to soothe him? There's really no need, after all, your dad is now a high-grade Heavenly Immortal, leader of a great sect, how could I do something so unseemly?"
Li Ping'an opened the pot of wine and handed it to his father.
Li Dazhi smirked, took a sip of the fine wine, picked up two peanuts, and exclaimed:
