Zhao Yancheng, whose mother is dead, is a little frozen cat in Chinese clothes. He is good at pretending and feels sorry for himself. He is an ideological dwarf. His lack of self-esteem leads to a different kind of beggar who is extremely egotistical. God gave him Zhang Tongbao, and life taught him little by little how to treat him. . .
When Zhang Tongbao followed him to worship the ancestors, he quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "Old Zhao, your altar table is really good, isn't it Huanghuali???"