Going to visit Zhao Dashan isn’t as simple as just saying it. Since they were already in the county town, they naturally couldn’t forget Zuo Lin and Uncle Ye and the others. With all this door-to-door visiting, the next day’s plans would have to change.
Zhou Jiao happened to also want her husband and sons to have a proper day of rest.
For once they were of one mind: Zhang Guoqing also wanted to take his wife out for a day.
So after dinner, the couple tacitly began speeding up their packing. Like getting the family’s change of clothes ready; when you visit someone, you have to bring a little gift, right?
Once they got back to the county town, they first split up, each going to their own mother.
In the small courtyard, Mother Zhang had been bored, debating whether to leave her working husband and go out. The moment she saw her youngest son bringing his whole family in, her face broke into a wide smile as she went up to meet them.
"You little rascal, it’s so late and you’re still dragging the kids out on the road at night. You can’t do that tomorrow. Have you eaten yet? I made something good for you."
Looking at Mother Zhang, Zhang Guoqing felt a surge of warmth. This was a mother’s love. A mother will always first ask if her son is hungry or cold, if he’s put on weight or gotten thinner.
"Ma, we’ve eaten. Don’t fuss, your son isn’t going to starve."
He was about to move closer and chat with his old mother for a bit more, but before he’d taken a few steps, Mother Zhang had already brushed past him, bending down to scoop up the pair of little sons.
Well then, he was out of favor again.
With Mother Zhang looking after the children, Zhang Guoqing was much more at ease. Seeing that it was getting late, he took Zhou Jiao and two bottles of liquor and headed to the nearby Zhao Family.
The Zhao family’s courtyard had added side rooms again in the past two years. It seemed that with two sons married, whether they lived at home or not, the parents still hadn’t forgotten to keep rooms for them.
"So you still remember to come by?" Zhao Dashan was playing with his grandson in the yard. Seeing the couple come in, he joked, then immediately raised his voice, "Wife, Jiao Jiao’s here, cut open a watermelon!"
"Uncle, why are you being so polite? A glass of water is fine."
Zhao Dashan rolled his eyes at him with a grin. "In your dreams. I’m treating Jiao Jiao. You’re lucky if you get the rinds. Haven’t seen you in over two years, and you’ve gotten sturdier."
Zhang Guoqing set the liquor down, raised his arm and flexed, "I work out every day, look, all muscle."
"Mm, your limbs have gotten even more developed."
Cheng Hongli came out just in time to hear that and let out a little "pfft" of laughter. "Already a grandpa and still acting like a kid. Xiao Wu, hurry and eat watermelon with Jiao Jiao."
Being teased by his wife like that, Zhao Dashan just chuckled indifferently and pointed at the long bench beside him, motioning for them to sit. "How’s Brother Zheng?"
"Right before we came over, my dad had just gone on a business trip. Lately things have flared up over there again, so he’s a bit busy." Zhang Guoqing took a slice of watermelon and handed it to Zhou Jiao.
The child in Zhao Dashan’s arms ah-ah’d and reached out to grab it, making Zhang Guoqing laugh out loud. "This must be Hongbing’s son, right?"
"Oh? You can tell?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled at Cheng Hongli. "Takes after his father’s love of food."
Hearing that, Cheng Hongli burst out laughing. He really had guessed right—this was indeed Zhao Hongbing’s eldest boy. She happened to be on leave these days, so she’d had her grandson over to play.
"Uncle, how have things been lately?"

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