Zhang Guoqing arrived at the main room just as his mother finished setting the table. Dinner was indeed sweet potato rice, accompanied by leftover braised cutlassfish and stir-fried chili chicken from lunch, along with some home-cooked pig head meat and cabbage soup.
Zhang Guoqing looked at his father sitting nearby, "Wow, so much meat! Dad, why don’t you join us and have a little drink if you’re not too hungry?" As soon as he finished speaking.
His father immediately nodded and said, "Sure, I’ll have a drink and keep your mother company. Seeing such good food makes me want to drink."
Mother Zhang handed an empty seat to him and instructed Xi Zi in the main room to get a pair of chopsticks for his grandfather, casting an exasperated look at Mr. Zhang. This old fellow, just greedy for drink, waited for Xiao Wu to invite him, otherwise, he would have retreated from the table and gone back to the kang to smoke his pipe.
Mr. Zhang asked Zhang Guoqing, "How come you got back so late? Wasn’t it a 10 o’clock train? You returned after dark, I almost thought you two had gone missing and was about to send someone to look for you." With that, he burst into laughter.
Mother Zhang swallowed her mouthful and paused her chopsticks, saying to him, "Us, missing? Ridiculous. Today I really took a good look at the big city. Xiao Wu took me to the Friendship Mall where foreigners shop, then to the department store and park. We were supposed to come back even later, but Xiao Wu wanted to take me to the cinema. Gosh! The place was full of young guys and girls; I kept tugging at Xiao Wu to leave, or I would have felt so awkward. How can an old woman like me go to the cinema? Later, Xiao Wu helped me ask around and bought lots of those tapes. Xiao Wu, is that what they’re called? Yes, I remembered because I’m clever. His dad, those tapes can play operas, storytelling, and songs. Xiao Wu said just put them into the player in his room and it sounds just like a real person singing. I’ll let you listen later. Amazing stuff, isn’t it? You missed it, that place was even livelier than the marketplace."
"It sure was lively, that’s why you returned after dark. The others said they’d wait to eat until you returned, but I told them to eat first. I thought maybe you two ate in the city already." Mr. Zhang nodded with a smile.
Mother Zhang quickly ate a few bites before continuing, "Actually, Xiao Wu suggested having dinner before coming back, but I didn’t agree. Today’s lunch was at a big restaurant, you see, these leftovers are from there; he ordered too much, so we couldn’t finish and brought them back. Tonight, I didn’t want to eat out again, I just wanted to get back home quickly; no matter how nice the city is, it isn’t as comfortable as home."
Mr. Zhang agreed with her, a golden house or silver house doesn’t compare to one’s cottage. Not to mention the courtyard for their three brothers, which his father spent so much effort to remodel. Even folks from the provincial city might not be as comfortable as his family.


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