Lin Feng arrived in the living room and sat down.
"You sit first, I'll go get you some fruit," Jiang Dad said.
The floor still bore the faint water marks of a recent mopping, and the room had apparently been tidied up in a hurry. From the kitchen came the sounds of cooking.
Lin Feng scanned the house's interior. It's just like our old house in Mei Cheng, he thought. The decor is all plywood, and the style is very outdated.
Jiang Dad came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit platter. "Have some fruit first. My wife is cooking; it'll be ready soon."
The platter held chunks of honeydew and watermelon, with toothpicks for eating.
"Thank you!" Lin Feng said.
Jiang Dad smiled. "You're being far too polite."
A pile of children's toys was stacked in a corner of the living room. To be honest, this isn't even a fifth of the toys we have at home, Lin Feng mused.
