The curious question of ethics left Wu Xiuyun lost in thought even after she sat down at the dinner table.
Chu Ge was equally distracted, his face scrunched up as he racked his brains.
Only Old Chu acted as though nothing had happened. Cheerfully, he fetched a little saucer, poured in soy sauce and aged vinegar, and added a spoonful of chili sauce. He nearly polished off the whole huge bowl of dumplings by himself.
"What did you say to our son?" The sight of him wolfing down his food finally brought Wu Xiuyun back to her senses a little. She looked at him oddly. "He's usually as lively as a monkey, but now you couldn't beat a peep out of him. Look at that dumpling. He keeps turning it over and poking it in his bowl until it's practically mush. Was my filling bad, or did Qiu Qiu not seal it properly?"
Chu Jiangliu said, "Isn't it enough that I'm happily eating your contribution? As for Qiu Qiu's contribution, why worry about how Little Ge eats it?"
"You can count the same dumpling separately like that?"
"Why not?" Chu Jiangliu gave her a meaningful look and lowered his voice. "Look at those two being all lovey-dovey. Do they need you worrying about them?"
Wu Xiuyun looked up. Sure enough, there was something a little unnatural about the young couple's movements across the table.
Chu Ge's left hand hung beneath the table, and so did Qiu Wuji's right. Wu Xiuyun felt as though she were looking at the two jujube trees outside their home, and fell silent.
She had thought their thirty years of marital affection were enough to make everyone else choke on their lovey-dovey antics. She had never expected today's youngsters to give them a taste of their