The next morning, He Yu and Lu Jingqiu didn't even have breakfast and rode their bikes to the alley on Fuyou Road at just past six.
By the time they arrived, it was after seven, and Grandma Zhang knew they were coming, so she had specially prepared some breakfast for them.
Grandma Zhang had also finished packing up: a large square chest made of ancient wood, three hand-carry suitcases, and several small, assorted parcels.
Uncle Zhang had found two carts, and as Grandma Zhang was leaving, she handed the keys over to Lu Jingqiu, saying, "We're in a bit of a hurry, and I made breakfast myself. It's the last meal I cooked here. Try my cooking later. There's still some rice, vegetables, and spices in the kitchen—I've left them all for you."
"Grandma Zhang, be careful on the road."
Grandma Zhang nodded, lingered at the doorstep with a long look at the house, and then followed her son onto the car.
