But to keep up appearances, the three of them maxed out their credit cards and scraped together more.
They bought abalone and sea cucumber, Moutai for the alcohol, and ordered premium steaks and desserts from a five-star hotel.
Mom hesitated before placing the order. Ryan waved his hand.
"This is the highlight of my life—it can't be shabby."
"Besides, once I start working, paying it back will take minutes. Let those snobs see how well we're doing."
The whole table ate until grease shone on their lips, everyone flattering my parents.
"Old Mr. Gilbert, you really are blessed. Ryan's looked smart since he was little. Our whole family will be counting on you."
Dad beamed so hard his face might split.
"Hey, don't say that. You came today to eat well, drink well, and enjoy yourselves!"
When they'd drunk to a pleasant buzz, Ryan raised his glass. His tone already carried an official air.
"Everyone, quiet down. Let me say a few words."
"Getting to where I am today wouldn't have been possible without the support of all the elders here. I hope you'll continue to visit often and lend a hand in the future."
"I definitely—"
Before he could finish, Ryan's phone rang.