The Spring Festival of 1976 was celebrated amidst a flurry of heavy snow.
This winter was particularly cold.
After the New Year, as the sky just cleared, Wang Baoxing and Liu Yulan slowly began packing their luggage.
Yang Zhigang had already bought train tickets for them for the 7th, two sleeper tickets. They were going to Beijing, to the Jiang Family, which is their daughter's husband's home, as guests.
"Yulan, should we bring these jars of pickles too?" Wang Baoxing looked at the three jars with hesitation, thinking that the in-laws' house probably has everything, how could they care for these things, bringing them over might be laughable.
But Liu Yulan didn't think so. While packing the things, she said, "What do you know, Mr. Jiang likes them. At that banquet, there was a dish of shredded pork with mustard greens, a sour radish old duck soup, and the old master loved it, he found it delicious."
