Recently, construction work has been tough, and the drinking buddies his son knew have also drifted apart.
A grand building was erected, then collapsed.
The three of them, Jiang Nian and the others, still set up a table and took turns trying to balance an egg. After several attempts, neither of the two girls succeeded.
"Can it really stand?"
Song Xiyun said, "It should be possible with a cooked one."
Jiang Nian touched his face and looked to the other side. Old Man Ma was trying hard to balance an egg, deep in thought.
If you can't make it stand, you can't catch good fortune.
He pushed the two girls aside and squeezed in between them.
"Let me try."
"Can you do it?" Xu Qianqian asked.
"If I can't, then no one can make this egg stand," Jiang Nian replied confidently as he effortlessly placed the egg.
In an instant, the two girls fell silent.
"It... it's standing."
"Is it really?"
