"Maybe I'll get to eat another elbow on Lantern Festival!"
An Youyou is really craving an elbow.
Jiang Weiguo doesn't say a word, just silently quickens his pace.
By the time they return to their place, it's already very late. These days, whether it's candles or kerosene lamps, everything is quite precious. When it's dark at night, unless absolutely necessary, no one lights lamps. Every household nearby has gone to bed and put out the lights. On the second floor of the bluestone brick-tile house, only one room has a kerosene lamp burning, casting a faint glow.
An Youyou's twelve little brothers are all wide awake in the room waiting for An Youyou and Jiang Weiguo to return; Little Ninth, relying on his cotton coat, guards the gate and rushes up when he sees a shadowy figure from afar.
But since it was too dark, An Youyou couldn't see who it was, and it wasn't until Little Ninth approached that An Youyou realized someone was there, giving her quite a scare.
