The Xu family had started frying meatballs early, and the Shen Family was doing the same. Especially with Mr. Shi joining them for the New Year this year, Shen Weimin had long since asked Shen Jiugu to show off her real skills.
Fried turnip balls, fried tofu balls, fried pumpkin balls, fried meatballs, fried crispy pork, fried dough twists, fried fish—if they could think of it and had the ingredients, they made it.
Half the day went by, and Mr. Shi saw that Shen Weimin hadn't stopped for a moment, coming in with another bowl every so often. The boy was being filial during the New Year. It wouldn't be right to scold him.
He glanced again at the old couple sitting across the kang table, the Sister and the Brother, and was at a loss for how to find an opportunity to speak with her alone.
The Sister was in her seventies, pushing eighty. He couldn't just go for a walk himself before dark and then have some kid on the street ask her to slip out, could he?
'That won't do!'
