The Tang family returned home that day, and before they had even had dinner, visitors started to arrive one after another, mainly close friends or neighbors, exchanging pleasantries. It wasn't until after eight in the evening that everyone gathered around the table for dinner. By the time everyone had returned to their rooms and began packing, they were all exhausted.
Tang Wan had packed part of her luggage and was too tired, so she sat on the edge of her bed video-chatting with Jiang Jinsang when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Wanwan——"
"It's my grandma." The old lady was not very nimble, so Tang Wan put down her cellphone and went to open the door. To her surprise, her grandmother had brought over a bowl of sweet soup. "Why did you bring it yourself?"
Tang Wan quickly took the bowl from her hands; the porcelain was scalding hot. It was so dark outside, and her grandmother had hobbled all the way from the front yard.
