On a midsummer afternoon, sunlight lazily spilled into the living room through the window lattice, even the air carried a hint of warm, sweet fragrance.
Three little kids had been running around wildly in the living room, playing train and hide-and-seek, each running until their heads were sweaty and their cheeks were flushed, their breaths carrying warmth.
Mao Sanmei watched them making a racket, feeling both helpless and affectionate, then turned into the kitchen. Before long, she brought out three large bowls of chilled Qingbufang.
The translucent jelly floated in sweet coconut milk, topped with red beans, green beans, barley, watermelon bits, and a few glistening pearls of sago, making one's appetite spring to life at just the sight.
Tang Tang held her little bowl, obediently sitting on a small stool, her little eyebrows slightly relaxed, looking very content.
