บท 142: An Undistinguished Hero

It was fall. Nighttime arrived sooner and sooner.

"BBQ skewers! Come get some! Warm and yummy skewers!"

When people get old, they tend to get cold easily. Aunt Li and her husband already started wearing thin jackets.

Their jackets were their son's old jackets. Busy grilling all day, they would get dirty from cooking all the time. They never bought new clothes because it would be a waste, not because they were trying to save money – at least that's what they told people when they were asked.

Grilling in the cool autumn wind wasn't an easy job. A burning fire dancing in front of them and a cold wind blowing at their backs, it wasn't fun. However, they got used to working with it. They had to.

Aunt Li looked up at the sky and said to her husband, "Honey, it is getting dark. Let's go home."

Full of confusion, her husband looked at his old-style phone and said, "It is getting dark, but the night is still young. It is only seven o'clock. We usually go home at nine."