The old man smiled. "Oh, thank you for these. By the way, Xiao Yi's mom mailed a lot of mooncakes last time. Wait here, I'll go get you some."
"Oh, Grandpa Du, you don't have to."
Mr. Du was still preoccupied with his storytelling show, so he finally said, "Ah, why don't you just get them yourself? They're on the living room table. Don't be so formal with Grandpa Du, or I'll get upset, you hear?"
Qin Jiao quickly nodded. "Then let me put the dumplings in the kitchen for you. It's cool enough out that they won't get cold right away. If they've cooled down by the time you eat, just warm them up."
"Alright."
Qin Jiao carried the dumplings inside, and her eyes were immediately drawn to a fancy, red-and-green mooncake box on the table.
In those days, mooncakes that came in a box were already considered quite a luxury. Most people ate the unboxed kind, sold individually, with fillings like candied winter melon and rose petal.
