“What are you doing?” Papa Jiao asked as he watched Yuan Zhiyi do whatever it was he was doing.
“I’m just paying my respects. We earned a million-yuan contract all thanks to this cat. Who knows what else it will bring us in the future.” Yuan adjusted the chopsticks in the porridge while saying, “One last bow!”
“Since when did you start believing in these things? I don’t remember your father having this habit.”
“My father was a scientist through and through , but my mother liked all this stuff.”
Papa Jiao and his classmates would still mention Mr. Yuan during a conversation as if he were still alive instead of intentionally avoiding his name.
Yuan returned the bowl to the dining table and turned to sit down. He asked Papa Jiao, “You are attending the conference being held in the neighboring province the day after tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, there’s an annual scholar meeting. I have to go because several experts will be presenting this year. It’s a rare opportunity.”
