Mr. Zuo was almost moved to tears with joy: "My son has finally come to his senses, knows to find a girlfriend, and likes women. I thought he only liked digging coal! Honey, I trust your judgment. If you say she's good, she must be good!"
Mr. Zuo treated his wife like a queen, serving tea and massaging her shoulders, more like a devoted servant than a big boss, taking great care of his princess.
Mrs. Zuo was very happy, chatted with her husband for a while, and then remembered that she had left the things she bought in her son's car at noon. She asked Mr. Zuo to go get them for her.
Mr. Zuo went to the underground garage, bringing up large and small bags, and asked in surprise, "Honey, did you buy me shirts and ties?"
Mrs. Zuo was very puzzled: "No, you already have so many shirts you can't finish wearing them. Why would I buy them for you?"
