"Old man, your requirements for happiness are really low,"
Zhong Xiqian sighed.
The old man laughed heartily and said, "Young lad, it's not that my requirements are low, but yours are high. Sometimes, lowering your expectations can make life very joyful."
In the midst of the conversation,
the waitress had already brought the noodles to the table.
Chen Fang said, "Old man, please take your time eating, we'll be leaving first."
Just as he was about to get up,
the old man said, "No rush, no rush, after I finish eating, I need to take a trip to Longmen Bridge. The bus isn't convenient there, could you give me a lift in your car?"
He really wasn't shy about asking for help.
Longmen Bridge was at least a half-hour drive from where they were dining.
Chen Fang was just about to politely decline.
Zhong Xiqian took hold of his hand and said, "Sure, old man, take your time with your meal. After you're done, we'll drive you there."
