After dinner, everyone went back home. Before leaving, Chiang Xiao grabbed a large handful of candies for them to take back.
Since the wine, meat, and spare ribs that Meng Xinian brought had all been eaten, there was no point in fussing over some candy.
Chiang Xiao helped clean up the tables, chairs, and dishes, while Ge Liutao sat in a corner of the yard washing dishes. Chiang Songhai glanced at Meng Xinian, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Captain Meng, how are you getting back?"
It was pitch black outside now.
The electricity in their village was cut off at half-past nine every evening, and since he was still injured, riding a bike out would be unsafe.
Meng Xinian looked at Chiang Xiao and said, "Grandpa, I saw there's a bamboo bed in the west room. I'll sleep there tonight and go back tomorrow."
Stay at their home?
Chiang Xiao's eyes widened, "We don't have enough blankets."
The nights in April were still chilly.
