A scantily clad young boy sat on the roof, holding a flask of liquor in his hand and taking sips from time to time, sighing heavily.,Mother Lu was chattering away, using her chopsticks to constantly shovel food into Fang Jun's bowl, as if she were going to feed him directly.,Mr. Lu advised his son earnestly, but no matter how you looked at him, he resembled a proud rooster, looking vigorous and lively.。