As soon as I walked in, I saw Father Yang engrossed in watching TV. I leaned in for a look, and sure enough, it was the Olympic Games soccer match.
"Dad, what's there to watch? Even if you watch for eight hundred years, Dragon Country's soccer won't improve." Yang Anbang casually picked up a pear and said nonchalantly.
"Hey, you kid, what if? They doubled the quota now, so there's still a big chance," Mother Yang chimed in with a smile.
"That's nonsense, unless Dragon Country hosts the Olympics again so we can qualify directly as the host country. Otherwise, forget it." Yang Anbang chewed on a pear, his tone full of disdain.
"Cherish the moment. There may not be such grand events in the future."
Father Yang shook his head and called out, "Aunt Wang, prepare the dishes."
"Alright," Aunt Wang responded and hurried to the kitchen.
Yang Anbang brightened up and sat next to Father Yang excitedly, "Our share is here?"
"Yes, we got thirteen pounds."
