Second Uncle was in his sixties this year, a tall man with a sturdy body from years of labor. When he saw Suming and his son, Second Uncle burst into a hearty laugh, his laughter reminiscent of the Lion's Roar Skill from martial arts novels, even managing to drown out the crackling fireworks outside.
"Happy New Year, Second Uncle!" As soon as he walked in, Suming greeted Second Uncle with cupped hands and a beaming smile.
Second Uncle walked over and gave Suming a hearty slap on the shoulder, exclaiming loudly, "Suming, how come you're still so skinny after a year?"
Having once been a fitter, Second Uncle's hands were exceptionally strong. Hit by one of Second Uncle's hefty pats, Suming staggered, nearly getting knocked to the ground, grimacing with an apologetic smile, "Second Uncle, I'm just built this way, can't put on weight no matter how much I eat."
