Lin Shan went into the house to change into his cotton-padded pants, then came out and had lunch with everyone.
With so many people, the meal was a lively affair. Lin Shan ate and drank with the young men, telling them stories about the village, and everyone listened with great interest.
Chen Fengjiao gazed at Lin Shan, her eyes shining and her face a picture of tenderness.
Gu'er watched her mother. 'No matter what,' she thought, 'Mom's love for Dad is real.'
After the meal, everyone was still in high spirits. No one left, and they all continued chatting in the Lin family's living room.
Chen Fengjiao sat there, her gaze shifting from Lin Shan to, every so often, Sun Jiaming and Li Zhi.
Lin Sui'er was on her best behavior, not daring to sit next to Li Zhi. For one, she was afraid of Dingzi; for another, she was afraid of Lin Shan.
