At the Zhang family home, Qin Feng sat at the square table. Looking at the sumptuous country-style dishes and the warm, smiling faces around him, he felt a deep sense of warmth and closeness.
Zheng Changhe and Qingmu had been invited to keep him company. He was so happy to see Qin Feng that he couldn't stop grinning, and he said to Juhua, "Juhua, hurry and get some rice crust for Doctor Qin to soak in his soup. Use this fish soup. Doctor Qin loves rice crust! He even took some with him the year he left."
He quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks. "I'll go get it," she said, trotting off to the kitchen.
Juhua chided Zheng Changhe, "Dad, let Doctor Qin eat his meal first. If he wants rice crust later, we can just scrape some from the pot. Who serves someone rice crust the moment they sit down?"
Qin Feng quickly said, "It's no trouble. A bowl of it would be nice. I haven't had it in a long time, and I've really been missing it."
