Cao Manfu's face was dark, standing motionless in the courtyard.
Cao Shijian, having regained his strength, asked innocently, "Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
Filled with anger, Cao Manfu immediately pointed at his nephew's nose and scolded: "You good-for-nothing rascal, neglecting collective duties to beg at Ten Miles Team every day, do you have any shame? If you keep this up, might as well transfer your food ration there too! The Cao Family can just consider…"
"Really? Uncle, are you serious? Then write me a recommendation letter?"
His eyes sparkling, he rubbed his hands together and in two or three steps sprang to Cao Manfu, clearly ready to press him to write that letter right now.
He didn't forget his good brother: "Write one for Maomao too, let's go together!"
Cao Manfu: "…"
Does this damn fool not realize I was scolding him?
He kicked Cao Shijian aside, shook his hands, and turned to leave.
