In the room, Zhou Jiao was holding her son and reciting "San Zi Jing". When she saw Zhang Guoqing come in all dirty, she smiled and said to the child: "Ping'an, look who it is? How come he looks like a beggar. Our little darling understands, right? Ping'an, I'm your mom, and that's your dad. Look at daddy and ask him where he's coming from? Is he bringing back lots of meat?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head helplessly, knowing that she could never really lie still. She had never properly rested during her confinement month, and who knows how things would be later on.
"Why aren't you lying down? Holding your arm like that will make you tired."
"It's fine, I just held him up to feed him and will set him down soon. Did you just come down from the mountain? Do you still have to rush to the county town? Do you want to get something else to eat before heading out?"
