As the saying goes, life is all about wife, kids and a warm stove.
In winter, add a little wood to keep the stove warm. Then you can just sit or recline on something, to chat, to play cards, and everything is just so fine. For elders, they sure like to turn on the radio or enjoy operas.
Wang Yao's mother chatted while Wang Yao dredged his grandpa's channels and collaterals. It was already midday before they knew it, so the old man wanted to get up to cook.
"You'd better lie down. I'll do it," Wang Yao's mother said.
They'd bought too much food on their way to visit. Vegetables in the north were rare in the winter, so they brought some Chinese cabbages and turnips they had planted. They planned on cooking a pot of stewed cabbages with meat, plus some fried vegetables.
Zhang Xiuying was busy, so Wang Yao helped her. Together, they prepared the lunch quickly.
"Ready for lunch, Grandma and Grandpa?" Wang Yao asked
