The night is adorned with a sparse scattering of stars.
In the rural areas of the nineties, the sky was dotted with numerous stars; looking up one would see a blanket of twinkles.
The city, however, was different.
Lights dwindled and neon signs flickered, narrating the joys and sorrows of human life.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Chen Pingsheng family held a grand, family barbecue.
Right in the specially constructed underground pavilion in the yard.
The family gathered around the grill, barbecuing chicken wings and lamb skewers.
Chen An'an particularly liked eating chicken butts—if she went for the chicken heads, her dad would bring up her grades again.
What's with eating chicken heads? With your grades, you're only fit for chicken butts.
Without waiting for her dad to speak, she'd taken a liking to chicken butts first.
Sprinkle some pepper, chili powder and all things nice, whatever made it delicious.