Tong Xingda has arrived.
Tong Sanlang put down his bowl and stood up to open the door.
Outside, Tong Xingda had a towel around his neck and a fan in his hand, fanning himself and wiping sweat as he walked.
Seeing the courtyard door open, he stepped in and asked, "Have you cooked yet?"
"Yes, we have."
"What food?"
"Pork fat mixed with rice."
"What?" Tong Xingda was confused as he had never heard of this way of eating before.
"It's the leftover fat from cooking oil mixed with white rice," Tong Sanlang explained.
"You two are eating this after a long day?" Tong Xingda asked as he stepped into the kitchen.
A pleasant aroma filled the air. Tong Xingda took a deep breath, his dissatisfaction fading slightly. He glanced at Qiao Xiaomai by the stove, "Give me a bowl. And did you make that Sour Plum Soup today, Xiaomai?"
Qiao Xiaomai called out to him, and started to spoon out some white rice, "I didn't make it today."