His mother-in-law had gone that far. What else could Chen Wei say?
As the saying went, temper your brilliance and mingle with the dust; face death as though returning home.
Time to eat tangyuan!
"Mother-in-law, what are you saying?" Chen Wei strode forward and took the blue-and-white porcelain bowl from Fairy Yunhua, sounding overwhelmed by the honor. "How could the Heavenly Court's hundred immortal delicacies compare with the care you personally put into cooking this? The aroma made me so happy that I simply forgot myself!"
"Xiang'er, what are you standing there for?"
"Hurry up and thank your grandmother!"
With that, he freed one hand and grabbed Chen Xiang, who was still trying to shrink away.
His father hauled Chen Xiang over to the stone table like pulling a radish out of the ground. Looking at the tangyuan in the bowl, black as thick ink and still bubbling away, the boy's calves trembled.
But his father's command could not be defied.
He could only force a smile uglier than tears. "Th-thank you, Grandma."
And so.
A heartwarming scene unfolded in the pavilion.
Beside the round bluestone table sat Yang Tianyou, Chen Wei, and Chen Xiang-three generations of men, father-in-law, son-in-law, and grandson-all in a row.
A large bowl stood before each of them.
Yang Tianyou sat on the far left, expressionless, his spoon rising and falling as he ate one with every mouthful.
Chen Wei sat in the middle, eating with just as much relish.
Chen Xiang sat on the far right, holding his bowl in both hands. The little fellow had yet to endure life's brutal beatings and could not conceal his feelings like his father. He closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and swallowed one whole, like gulping down a date without chewing.
Fairy Yunhua stood beside the