"Are we really discussing this on Christmas?" Dubian Che looked around at everyone seated.
"Compared to the indecent things you think about all day, this is quite proper," Kiyono Lin said as she wanted to eat steak. Mrs. Jiutiao handed her the plate, and she thanked her softly.
The top-grade steak, cooked to medium-rare, sliced into long strips, drizzled with a special sauce.
"My father... was a very ordinary man," an image of his father came to Dubian Che's mind.
"He didn't care about the economy, nor was he interested in who the prime minister was. The only thing he bragged about in his life was riding a motorcycle up Mount Fuji when he was young."
"Mount Fuji?"
"Yes, that was when he was in high school," Dubian Che nodded. "Later, that Yamaha motorcycle he was so afraid might be stolen, even in his sleep, was sold after he married my mother, replaced with a Honda Cub, more suitable for carrying goods."
"What an incredible father."
