They bicker and grumble, Chen Kunjie went out on his own, but in important moments they still support and help each other.
Li Younan even feels that, in a way, their family's hot pot restaurant is still Chen Kunjie's fallback.
Finally, his mom left them with one sentence: "Prepare aprons for the three of us!"
Then came his brother's dissatisfaction: "You really want me to go to the kitchen! I'm not chopping!"
"Stop whining!"
...
The car compartment is stuffy like a newly opened nine-grid hot pot, the heat wrapped up in July's humidity, making people's faces sticky.
The air conditioner is working hard, the wind it blows is just a bit stronger than the leftover warmth of a tripe pot.
Old Chen grips the steering wheel, staring at the line of red tail lights ahead.
Chen Kunjie's brother is in the back seat.
"Where's Chen Kunjie…" Old Chen spoke slowly, testing the waters, "Is everything… prepared and good to go?"
"Good to go?"
