Sensing the complexity in Xie Kun's tone, Wu Xiaoshan actually felt more at ease, and he chuckled and said, "Uncle Xie, how have you been lately?"
"Stop! Boss Wu, don't call me uncle, I really can't bear that." Xie Kun snorted coldly, clearly not yet over the incident where he was fired because of Wu Xiaoshan.
"Why say such things, Uncle Xie? We're family, and you'll always be my uncle!" Wu Xiaoshan laughed.
"Haha, even smashing your own uncle and brother's rice bowl, we really can't afford to climb up to such a formidable relative like you!"
Wu Xiaoshan touched his nose, too lazy to continue the banter, and he got straight to the point, "Uncle Xie, I'm calling you to tell you that my feed factory will open next Monday. If you are willing, you can come and have a casual meal."
"The feed factory is opening?" Xie Kun was taken aback, then scoffed, "Isn't it just to show off in front of our family, expecting us to go, there's no way!"
