When Song Chongjin arrived home, it had just gotten dark.
The yard gate was open; as he walked in, he saw Mother Song sitting inside the house with furrowed brows, lost in thought.
Hearing the noise, she looked up to see her son had returned and quickly stood up. She carefully examined Song Chongjin's expression before asking, "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No, I haven't!" Song Chongjin went to pour himself some tea, only to find the teapot completely empty, not a drop of water could be poured out.
In the countryside, tea is not a sophisticated affair; it is merely local leaves that can brew a large pot of crimson tea with just two or three leaves.
Drinking it in summer is particularly refreshing and thirst-quenching; it is a staple tea in peasant households.
Especially in summer, every family would boil a large pot of water in the morning, brew a large jar, and that would be enough for the whole day.
