Zhao Qingxiang returned home and saw his eldest daughter stoking the fire while the younger daughter was steaming cornbread.
Zhao Xiaoling and her sister saw that their father had come back alone. They understood that this meant their mother would not be returning.
Zhao Qingjie looked at his two daughters and felt a bit awkward for a moment.
"Xiaoling, you should be making dumplings. Your mom ground the wheat flour."
"Dad, cornbread is fine. Is mom not coming back?"
Zhao Qingxiang sighed, "Yes, she's not coming back. She said she won't live with me anymore, and she'll support you with food and money from now on."
By this time, Zhao Xiaoling had finished making the cornbread, covered the pot, and went out to get cabbage.
Zhao Qingxiang went inside to take off his coat and saw his second daughter still husking corn. "Xiaole, you don't have to do that. I'll husk the corn later."
