Zheng Changhe didn't refuse. He smiled and asked, "Should we send Third Brother's portion over tonight?"
Zhang Dashuan laughed. "Send it. And the Liu Family's portion, too. We should send some over—give Fatty Liu something to go with his drinks. When I was building my house, he sent over a lot of fish. Between that and what your family sent, I didn't have to buy any fish for the feast. Saved me quite a bit."
Zheng Changhe nodded. "Fatty Liu is a good man." After a pause, he added, "His sons are all promising, and that little daughter of his is delightful, too."
Zhang Dashuan laughed heartily. "It just gets me—how is that guy so fertile? Four sons, and then he tops it off with a daughter in his old age. And every one of them is a good kid! If anyone else had that many sons, there'd always be one or two who are good-for-nothing. After all, even the ten fingers on your hands aren't all the same length—that's just how it is. But that old fellow, he's just blessed with good fortune."
