Yang's mother's eyes lit up when she saw the slab of meat, which weighed about a pound, with most of it being fatty. She smiled broadly and said, "Oh, you shouldn't have brought anything."
"You guys rarely get to eat meat, only during the New Year. This is a treat."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
Though mother and son seemed to get along well, there was an undeniable formality between them, making their relationship feel more like that of acquaintances than family.
Zhuang Zhixi, standing nearby, took the initiative to say, "Aunt Yang, since this is our first visit, we didn't bring much, but here's a bag of candies as a small token of our appreciation." He handed over the bag of candies his mother had prepared.
Aunt Yang's smile widened even more.
Bai Fendou: "..."
He nudged Zhuang Zhixi and said, "It's from both of us."
Zhuang Zhixi rolled his eyes and smiled, "Yes, from both of us."
