Juhua said, "It's still called 'Lotus Leaf Chicken'. In seasons without lotus leaves, substituting it with something else is no big deal. Do people really interrogate every detail just because they bought a chicken?"
Liu Xiaomei nodded, pursing her lips into a smile. "I'm just waiting to get rich." Looking eager, she wished she could go back and start selling chickens right away.
Seeing Cong squirming in her arms, Juhua grew a little impatient. She stood up and said, "Let's go home and eat. I say, why don't you just eat at my house? I'll call Meizi to keep you company, and get Xiu over as well. We can all have a chat."
Liu Xiaomei shook her head. "When I left, my mother had already slaughtered the chicken. How can I eat here? Wouldn't that upset her?"
There was nothing to be done about it; she rarely visited her maiden home anyway.
Juhua didn't insist. Liu Xiaomei put her son on her back, and the two chatted all the way back to the village.
