Xuan Xiao gave a light chuckle as he looked at the father and son before him, the chill in his heart quietly dissipating somewhat.
That night, Zhang Hu's father drank a great deal. Two pots were naturally not enough, so Zhang Hu waited on them, fetching twelve more pots from home to satisfy the two of them.
In the end, Zhang Hu's father drank himself into a stupor, collapsing across the table, yet his hand still tightly clutched the gold Xuan Xiao had given him as Zhang Hu half-carried him back home.
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