Night had fallen, and smoke rose from the chimney atop Little Lucky building, signaling dinner time, as people gradually gathered in the dining room.
During the whole day, dinner was the most relaxing time. This atmosphere was reminiscent of the past, when everyone would gather cheerfully to eat and drink after a day's work. Though there was no television, computer, or phone, they always had endless topics to discuss. People's faces reflected not fear, but smiles. This camp atmosphere was rare not only in Qin City but also across the entire Great North China Plain.
"Brother Su, you're here?"
"Brother Su, tonight we're having fried shredded pork with pickled mustard, it's delicious!"
Zhang Su, as always, appeared at the dining room punctually and many greeted him. Despite his somewhat elusive presence recently, everyone had become accustomed to it. Most were aware of what he was doing and hoped he could return quickly from his learning, to then teach them.
