You just buy pepe, at the end of next year, you drive a Mercedes-Benz back home, the uncle lets you sit in the middle of the dinner, my cousin remembers that you don't eat green onion and ginger, you open the Moutai puree, the chicken is a freshly bled fish is wild, none of the red envelopes you take out are shriveled, the elders toast to see your micro-expressions, I hope you put your cousin's work right, after all, you have been seen since childhood