To wait for them, we made lunch, but none of us ate.
Zhang Dandan looked at the table full of dishes, swallowed her saliva discreetly.
She spotted them right away, two meat dishes, a fish, a small crispy pork. Such pure white rice. Tsk, tsk, she wouldn't get to eat such a good meal at home even during the New Year.
Zhang Dandan had no idea that the family raised more than a dozen chickens. Liang Hongmei couldn't bear to kill them, waiting for Lin Wan to finish her postpartum recovery, so she could cook chicken soup for her daughter.
With guests in the house, we couldn't be too frugal and seem inattentive, so we specifically went out to buy a fish. The crispy pork was leftover fresh meat that Liang Hongmei brought back from the store yesterday.
