Mr. Yu looked at Yu Zeming, who seemed somewhat earnest, and spoke again, "It's easy to give coal in the snow, but hard to add flowers to brocade."
"Dad—I don't understand." Yu Zeming looked at his dad with a furrowed brow and a pained expression, as his dad tossed idioms his way.
Mr. Yu initially intended to give Yu Zeming a hint, but this misunderstanding instantly turned the hint into a shoe horn.
Mr. Yu deftly took off one shoe and flung it at Yu Zeming.
"You little rabbit, I told you to study more, study more. You don't understand even these two simple idioms?"
"Your father, the illustrious leader of the Poetry Club, and your brother, the vice president, where should we put our faces?"
"You little bastard, I won't kill you today!"
Although Yu Zeming was scared, he still dodged as he should.
"Dad! Image, image! Mind your image!"
"Get lost! Your father said... long ago, 'The softest things in the world can overcome the hardest.'"
