Outside the steel factory on the outskirts of the provincial city, not far from the family building, a tall man in his fifties was watching the road with a smile.
A passing colleague joked, "Old Gong, waiting for your wife?"
"Go, go, it's you who's waiting for your own wife." Gong Chunsheng knew his old colleague was from the South, where they also call their daughters-in-law 'wife', this old rascal.
"Haha... angry out of shame?"
Those passing by heard and chuckled, exchanging greetings and heading home. It wasn't anyone else Old Gong was waiting for, other than his little daughter, who else?
"You know, Old Gong is really fortunate."
"Fewer people, that's why. If he had more, he'd be like us, unable to support them, let alone send two kids to college."
"Alright, let's not say too much." A middle-aged woman saw Old Gong's gentle wife coming out in front and quickly waved to greet her.
