Juhua wasn't hungry, but since her dad asked, she quickly replied, "I just had breakfast, so I'm not hungry yet. I'll just have a chicken wing for now, and maybe a piece of gizzard." All parents love to see their children eat with gusto.
As expected, Zheng Changhe was overjoyed. Mrs. Yang, however, knew Juhua's eating habits. She realized her daughter was only saying that to make her father happy. Taking Juhua's hand, she led her into the house, saying cheerfully, "Just have a wing, then. Don't eat too much. Save room for lunch—your sister-in-law has cooked up a feast!"
Qingmu stood under the eaves, looking his sister up and down. Seeing that she looked well, he asked with a smile, "Are you getting used to it? Did you miss us?"
Juhua nodded, beaming. "Of course I missed you! I almost ran back home yesterday—I kept feeling like something was off."
The brother and sister laughed together.
