"Brother Wei, I'm telling you, in truth, there isn't much meat on the chicken wings. It is all bones," Wang Hong said. "I have a skewer of streaky pork here. Brother Wei, since you have been taking care of me, I am willing to trade for your chicken wing with my streaky pork."
"You are too polite," said Mr. Wei as he lifted the BBQ chicken wing.
When Wang Hong saw that, he could no longer stop himself from smiling.
Wang Hong said, "You're welcome, you're welcome. I have always enjoyed helping others. In fact, I will help some granny cross the road on a weekly basis."
As Wei Wei was having a sore throat, she was not eating any of the BBQ food but she still waited there for her father obediently. When she saw the smile on Wang Hong's face, she mourned for him. What a naive young man.
At the instant when Wang Hong's streaky pork was about to switch places with Mr. Wei's chicken wing, Mr. Wei abruptly withdrew his hand.
