Yi Jiefang came over with a bag, and in the west wing, Wan Dayong and the others had already set up a copper pot on the charcoal fire, and Aunt Chen's bone soup had been poured into the big pot.
The large table assembled together was piled with everyone's contributions of lamb, pig offal, Chinese cabbage, white radish, tofu dumplings, canned fruit, several bottles of liquor, and a pack of cigarettes.
If it weren't for the school's constant emphasis on saving food, Zhou Jiao would really wonder if this was the modest prosperity under peaceful times. Seeing so much stuff, she didn't plan to be stingy and contributed some vermicelli and specialty mushrooms.
Leaving them together in the west wing, she herself took her son back to the living room, asking Aunt Chen not to mind them and to quickly eat something and go to sleep early. Otherwise, they won't be able to rest tonight.
