Last week I went to a lamb roast with my family.
It was brought from my uncle's house.
Uncle is also my father's older brother.
I went to the small yard, piled up a few bricks, and picked up some firewood from the small dry channel to make a fire.
It was originally planned for our family.
However, halfway through, a friend of my father's invited him to play cards.
My father said to my friend that you should come with you at the barbecue, and you and xx should come together.
After some politeness, my father's friend said to come over later.
I feel like the meat may be less prepared.
Will it not be enough to eat?
If I come, I guess I'll eat less.
Soon. My father's friend came with an aunt.
Because I don't know each other, I don't know if they are husband and wife.
They came in tricycles.
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I also brought a Red Bull and a lot of snacks, such as braised eggs, chicken feet, and vegetarian hairy tripe.
Don't say anything else. That Red Bull alone costs more than a hundred.
Moment. I'm ashamed of myself.
It also made me reflect on "If my friends had called me that, I might not have brought anything." Of course, friends don't think there's anything wrong with it, but friends or relatives of friends don't necessarily think so. I also felt a little sad that I would eat less barbecue, because my father's friends didn't come for the barbecue at all, and they only ate 2 skewers later."
My father's friends, like my father, didn't read much.
But I admire how people deal with people.
So, the practice of human feelings is the article.