Jiang Mei carried the fruit into the kitchen, unaware that he had struck up a conversation with her dad in the living room, and they were chatting so enthusiastically and happily.
When Jiang's father heard that Luo Dawei was a front-line worker, he became even more interested. He spoke of the time he himself had started from the grassroots level, with fervor: "It's a pity that both of my sons are now dealing with logistics just like me. However, I can't blame them because they have their own choices."
Jiang Mei brought the cut fruit out and saw that the two men had suddenly immersed themselves in silence. She asked, "Where's Dongzi?"
"I was just thinking about the child," Luo Dawei remembered, saying, "I wanted to check on him."
"Dongzi—," Jiang's father called, "come out and meet Uncle Luo."
Little Dongzi had already been waiting for this call from his grandpa and promptly slid off the chair, heading straight for the living room.
