"To tell you the truth, Aunt Xiang, I'm starving. I didn't have a grain of rice for lunch," Ye Changwen said, touching his belly with a hint of complaint. It was just like Old Ye had said, he was being overly dutiful.
"None of you came back for lunch, so I made a little something myself. I couldn't finish it. How about I fry some egg rice for you? We have a big meal tonight, so you shouldn't eat too much now."
Ye Changwen remembered that the elderly were having guests tonight and asked Aunt Xiang about the dishes she was preparing.
Aunt Xiang said, "Luckily I'm from Hubei, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. The elderly suddenly decided to entertain guests tonight."
"What do people from Hubei like to eat?"
"Isn't your wife from Hubei? Don't you know?"
Before coming to Beijing, Zhuang Ruyu grew up in an orphanage in Hubei.
