Zhang Yang smiled. "We must have just missed them. We passed Fuxi Grocery Store but didn't see Laixi or Sister Mei. We'd been cooped up on the boat for days, and Shi Tou said walking back would be a good way to stretch our legs, so that's what we did."
He began to ramble joyfully about the long road, the heavy snow, the cold weather, how he must be frozen, and so on. Zhang Dashuan cut her off impatiently. "He's a grown man, how could he get frozen? Are you going to keep nagging and stop me from talking to my son? If you have time to ramble, you'd be better off getting him something to eat. Even some hot soup for our son to have a sip of would be good."
As if waking from a dream, He hurried toward the kitchen.
