Watching Aunt picking out the soil-laden eggs from the cloth bag beside her, Zhan Se was almost bursting with tears.
The eggs had survived the long journey, changes from buses to trains, and not even one was broken.
It was then that she noticed her uncle's attire.
He was dressed in a deep blue suit that clearly came from the farmers' market, and his shiny new shoes looked slick—obviously made of faux leather. Aunt was dressed similarly. Clearly, they had bought these clothes just for her wedding.
Her uncle really was a simple, loving man.
The more she thought about it, the sourer her heart felt.
Seeing her expression, Aunt chuckled and said, "Your uncle said you always craved eggs as a kid, always muttering about wanting to eat them, lying in wait by the chicken coop... He's been holding the eggs all the way here, afraid of crushing them..."
