The sky gradually darkened.
The charcoal pieces in the wood stove glowed red. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, carrying a few sparks into the air, twinkling for an instant before vanishing without a trace.
The tung oil lamp that was usually on the counter of the small restaurant was now placed on the large table at the entrance, casting a warm yellow halo. Unknowing bugs blindly rushed towards it, hitting the lamp's surface and falling onto the table with a snap.
Meng Yuhuai brought out several chairs, settling his wife and mother beside the table. Chun Xi and La Mei also seated themselves beside the two, assuming the air of judges with an unmistakable look of pride on their faces.
Hua Xiaomai turned her face away, her gaze sweeping over the various vegetables and ingredients that Little Mouse had brought. She chuckled to herself.
