prompt as Ching Chi, as devoted as Wei Sheng, as brave as Meng Feu. Faithful and honest must my son be. You must ask no questions and do as I say. Otherwise, I shall beat you, and turn you out in the street. . . . Open the cupboard and bring me a bundle of straw." Ah Tzu obeyed. His new father continued: "Braid this straw into a pair of sandals. Work swiftly and have them finished by the time I return. And give me what money you have so that I may purchase food." Ah Tzu turned over his tiny bag of money. Then his fingers worked nimbly, braiding the straw.
Weng Fu returned in a very few minutes. His face was purple. His voice pitched high. "What? Ya shu (idle rascal). Are you not finished? Well, you shall get no dinner till you complete the sandals." With that he put down a silver tray and began to eat. On the tray was roast duck. There was celery and tea-soaked eggs and rice and bean sprouts and brine-aged cabbage and almonds and garlic and many another dish of equal goodness. Weng Fu's teeth clicked busily. Every
