The tinges of gray in Qiao Shiwen's hair reflected his age, yet, he locked himself in the bathroom and allowed himself a few minutes of quiet weeping.
Yuan Meili did most of the talking at dinner, while Qiao Shiwen remained quiet, leaving the table a few times, each time returning with more reddened eyes.
Qiao Xiaon'an also had dinner at Lotus Pond Moonlight.
She insisted on doing the dishes, but Yuan Meili wouldn't allow it. Both were adamant about their stance, finally deciding on one washing, the other rinsing.
It had been a very long time since this mother and daughter had such a warm moment, standing together in the kitchen, sharing house chores.
Yuan Meili reminisced, it seemed the last time was when Xiao'an was in junior high, they would occasionally wash dishes together after dinner.
Back then, their old house was a resettlement home, the kitchen was small, and the lighting was a bit dim.
