Xu Wuyi put away his spear, stood up, and walked into the house.
A few snacks and a pot of freshly brewed tea sat on the living room coffee table. Mrs. Xu was on the sofa, a half-knitted sweater in her hands.
"Come, have some tea to warm up," Mrs. Xu said, pouring him a cup. "It's cold outside. Don't catch a chill."
Xu Wuyi took the teacup and sat down beside his mother.
It was a local mountain tea from Red River. The taste was slightly bitter, but it left a strong, sweet aftertaste. He sipped it slowly, watching the sweater in his mother's hands.
It was dark gray, a simple design.
"Knitting that for Dad?" he asked.
"Mhm." Mrs. Xu smiled. "Your dad's been wearing that old sweater for years now; the cuffs are completely frayed. I have the free time, so I figured I'd knit him a new one."
In truth, the family hadn't been short on money for a long time, but Mrs. Xu still couldn't sit still.
The needles wove back and forth between her fingers, making a soft, swishing sound.
