"Mother, this is also delicious. You should try some; I brought it specifically for you from Da Liang."
"Oh right, and these honeyed dates. I happened to see them on the way and thought they tasted pretty good, so I bought two pounds for you as well."
"Mother, do you like sour things? I brought you a jar of sour ones too."
In front of his birth mother, Yang the kid could finally drop the facade and act his age.
"Oh right, there's this too!" he said, pressing a large package of Silver into his mother's embrace.
"Oh my, oh my, that's far too much! Stop, that's enough, enough already!"
Her words only made him more enthusiastic, as if he planned to empty the entire horse cart. After his mother protested for a while, Yang the kid finally stopped unloading things. He began to tell her about all his pain and longing from the past years, but she was deaf. Her somewhat vacant expression made it clear she couldn't hear him, leaving Yang the kid with a belly full of words he couldn't say.
