Zhang Chunhua had just set aside her work to make a trip to Zhao Erhu's house when she saw her mother-in-law carrying in two large baskets. "Mother, why are you carrying such big baskets? What's inside?"
"It's what Erhu's wife sent over. She said to bring it for you. Inside are peach-shaped birthday buns and several cold dishes." Chunhua's mother-in-law had smelled the aroma coming from the baskets earlier, which was temptingly strong. It wasn't appropriate to lift the cloth covering the baskets in front of others outside, but now in the kitchen, she put the baskets on the table, lifted the floral cloth, and repeatedly praised what she saw.
"Tsk tsk, how does Erhu's wife have such good culinary skills? Look, these birthday buns are made to look just like real peaches. And this braised pork and the cold dishes, I wonder what she added to make them so fragrant. Even city restaurants probably can't compare."