Noon.
Zhang Ye returned home for lunch.
Downstairs of his family's apartment, he saw his old neighbors lining the streets to welcome him. An old uncle in the neighborhood even brought out two strings of firecrackers that were meant to be used for his child's wedding tomorrow. The moment Zhang Ye arrived, the crackling of the firecrackers made him feel rather touched.
"Little Ye, well done!"
"Show the Americans how great you are!"
"Thrash that PeterGo!"
"We'll cheer you all the way!"
"You have to win tomorrow's game too!"
At home.
When he entered the house, the aroma of cooked food attacked his nose.
He looked at the dishes on the table and exclaimed, "This much food?"
His father said excitedly, "Son! Eat! Eat your fill, you still have a lot to do tomorrow!"
"Mom wants to reward you, so sit down quickly and have something to eat." His mother was grinning from ear to ear.
Zhang Ye said, "Thanks."
