dumplings on the first day, noodles on the second.
Having finished the dumplings, noodles on the second day were brought out in small bowls from the hands of National Day's big aunt.
The fine noodles made National Day glance around at everyone.
The quiet big uncle, the gentle and cheerful little uncle, the two aunts with smiling faces, and a room full of kind cousins—this was his maternal family, his kin.
They welcomed Old Zhang's family with the best food, warming the chilly room with sincere, simple words.
Zhang Family members, especially Mr. Zhang, had a deep understanding of his in-laws' character.
He smiled as he urged the children to eat quickly. Having made this journey every year, he learned to accept it calmly, unlike the younger generation who felt uneasy. Eating his bowl of noodles, he remembered his father-in-law.
It wasn't just Mr. Zhang who was lost in memories; Zhou Jiao felt it most profoundly.
