Qiao Qiang stood in the courtyard and smiled at the young men. He recalled the times when he was young and fought with his brothers-in-arms in the army. Those days were the most unforgettable days of his life.
Qiao Mei wiped her hands on her apron and looked at the soldiers working in the distance in puzzlement. "Grandfather, what were they shouting about just now? Why were they so loud, like they were shouting slogans? Could something have happened?"
"They're fine. How is it? Are you done cooking?" Qiao Qiang asked.
Qiao Mei nodded. Only the pumpkin porridge was not ready. She had to steam the pumpkin first and then press it into small pieces to stew with the millet. Only then would it taste most delicious.
The rest of the dishes were being kept warm in the pot. When the work was done, everyone would be able to come back and eat.
