The other week on Double 11, November 11, lured by good bargains, I bought a woollen vest for Grandad online. It cost me 65 yuan.

The moment I got the package from the courier, I went all the way to see Grandad with it. When I got to his house, to my horror, his best buddies were all there. These elderly gentlemen enjoy boasting about themselves when they are hanging around. I thought they would laugh at Grandad for the cheap vest. Should that happen, Grandad would kill me.

The very thought sent me turning on my heel and retreating. It was too late. As I was leaving stealthily, Grandad shouted, “Come on in, Jack. Why are you bringing me a present today? You are still a student. You do not have to buy me anything.” He took the package over, and all the guys directed their eyes at it. Oh no! I would have to face the music this time. There was no escaping.

When Grandad tore open the package, the price tag on the sweater showed. It was 988 yuan!

Eyeballs popping out, all around were dumbfounded, Grandad included. I am only a student. Grandad’s buddies eyed him, green with envy.

I owe my immense gratitude to the online store.