Two days later, it was the weekend again. A strong wind brought a chill in the early morning, troubling Zhang Guoqing about how to return to his hometown. Just then, Mr. and Mother Zhang, steaming from the cold, arrived at their home.
Zhang Guoqing quickly brought them inside to rest while Zhou Jiao swiftly ran to make dumplings.
In the guest room, Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang took off their coats and quickly got on the heated kang bed, urging Zhang Guoqing to quickly bring the child over for them to see.
Zhang Guoqing saw their coats hanging on the wall, wet and stiff, and said with a heartache, "Why didn't you wait for the sun to come out before leaving? Or you could have waited at home for me."
Mr. Zhang, smiling warmly, said, "We were worried you'd head over early in the morning, so your mother and I rushed over. Get on with it, where's the child?"
