The fragrant aroma drifted in, making Mr. Cheng unable to sit still any longer. He hurriedly asked Zhou Xiaozheng and the others to help set the table, saying to discuss matters over the meal.
Just as Zhang Guoqing returned late, he happened to see this scene and quickly greeted everyone before stepping in to help. His wife's culinary skills weren't just talk, especially now when meat was scarce. He had declined an invitation to dine with his buddies earlier, fully expecting a good meal at home tonight.
Everyone laughed and chatted as they finished dinner, leaving a few men to continue drinking.
Zhou Jiao noticed Ping'an sitting on Zhang Guoqing's lap, unwilling to leave and demanding to eat. She smiled and accompanied him. At nearly seven months old, the child was more alert than others his age. Now, the words "eat" and "walk" were particularly clear—a typical little rascal.
