The freezer was stacked neatly with steamed buns, dumplings, and even zongzi. Cheng Wenhui closed the fridge and stepped outside to ask Tan You, "What's for breakfast?"
Tan You replied, "Let's have steamed buns. Grandpa likes to have porridge and steamed buns in the morning, with a side of dressed cucumber."
Cheng Wenhui silently prepared breakfast, glancing out into the courtyard from time to time. After jumping rope for a bit, Tan You started doing various exercises on a mat. The sight made Cheng Wenhui wince.
Around five-thirty, Wang Hunv returned from the fields. The weather was scorching, so villagers avoided working during the hottest part of the day. Some, like Wang Hunv, would head out before dawn.
Noticing the weeds tucked into the crook of Wang Hunv's arm, Tan You asked in surprise, "There are still that many weeds?"
