Su Liyan's mother, who was sitting in her room sewing clothes for a child, heard her daughter's voice. She looked up as the door opened to see her son, Su Changliang.
Su Liyan's mother put down her sewing, stood up, and cupped Su Changliang's face. "What's this? You little rascal, are you in love?"
Su Changliang's face was being squished flat by his mother, and with his hands full, he couldn't stop her.
No matter how old Su Changliang got, his mother still delighted in pinching his cheeks.
"Mom, I'm a grown man now. Stop pinching my cheeks," Su Changliang managed to squeeze out.
Su Liyan's mother finally relented. She quickly took the bundles from her son's hands, saying, "You're here, that's what matters. We're all family. You don't need to bring gifts just to see your mother."
Su Changliang pointed to one of the bundles. "That one," he said. "The clothes in there are for my nephew."
