Zhang Zian had never spent Christmas Eve abroad, but he knew how Christmas Eve worked in China. It was nothing more than a easy profit opportunity for business owners, a suffering day for men's wallets, and a night when all the hotel rooms were booked. So, when Zhang Zian saw Uncle Li wearing a Christmas hat as he was coming through the entrance of the store, he was astonished.
Uncle Li noticed Zhang Zian's strange look and took off his Christmas hat embarrassedly. He explained, "My wife forced me to wear it. She says that it'll get people's attention and help sales."
He nodded. To avoid disrupting the peace between Uncle Li and Aunt Li, he didn't say anything about it. It was true that wearing a Christmas hat was eye-catching, but it didn't necessarily guarantee more sales.
"Why don't you decorate your store? Even I have a plastic Christmas tree with lights by the doorway to my little old restaurant." Uncle Li put down the lunch boxes and looked around at Zhang Zian's store.