It was already getting dark by the time Pan Lanfang got home.
Jiang Guoqiang was sitting in the living room watching TV, a cup of tea in his hand. Seeing her come in, he looked up and asked, "You're back? How's Yixia?"
Pan Lanfang put her cloth bag on the table, changed her shoes, and said in as calm a voice as possible, "She's doing well. Business at the shop is good, too."
Jiang Guoqiang nodded, asked no more questions, and went back to watching TV.
Pan Lanfang sat down next to him, picked up the remote, changed the channel, then changed it back.
Jiang Guoqiang glanced at her but didn't say anything.
She made dinner.
She stir-fried some greens, steamed a fish, and heated up a bowl of leftover soup.
As Jiang Guoqiang ate, he would occasionally look up at her.
Her head was bowed, her chopsticks holding a piece of fish that she didn't bring to her mouth for a long time.
