The table in the living room was just a random wooden board my dad had picked up somewhere. We had already sold off our proper dining table to pay off my mother's debts.
Even so, Lan did not seem to mind. However, I knew that my dad was a little embarrassed about our situation. After all, Lan had helped us out a lot, but all we were able to do was make him a plain bowl of instant noodles.
"I'm sorry, young man. We're experiencing some troubles at home. I hope you can bear with this for now. When you come over next time, I'll try to make you better food," Dad said awkwardly.
Lan chuckled and said as he helped me into a chair, "Mr. Morris, this is already pretty good!" Then, he pulled out another chair for Dad before taking a seat himself.
"Mr. Morris, let me tell you something. When my
