Juhua had only one sleeve left to sew on the cotton-padded jacket she was working on, and she planned to finish it tonight. After hearing what Yang said, she tucked the jacket under her arm and was about to get up when Yang quickly stopped her. "There's only a little bit left on this jacket. Let me finish it," she said. "You won't be able to relax and have fun if you bring it with you. Why don't you just leave it here and go enjoy roasting the fish? Let us have a taste when it's done."
Juhua knew Yang was just saying that to put her at ease, so she didn't stand on ceremony. She handed the jacket to Yang and went to the kitchen herself.
An oil lamp was already lit in the kitchen. In its dim yellow glow, three figures sat on small stools, gathered around a brazier where charcoal was burning. The light reflected off their vibrant faces, which were brimming with smiles and eager anticipation.
