An Guoping and An Guoqing unloaded several large baskets from the truck.
An Sancheng was talking to the driver, inviting him to get out and sit inside for a bit. Although he knew the man couldn't, it was proper etiquette to offer.
Prompted by a subtle gesture from An Sancheng, Lin Cuihua went into the house and came out with a bag of dried vegetables.
These were vegetables they had stored during the autumn, along with a few pieces of cured meat left over from the last time they'd butchered a pig.
"Here, take it, take it."
"No, no, I couldn't."
"It's nothing special. Just take it. You came all this way."
"I really can't. There's no need."
An Sancheng and the driver started going back and forth, pushing the gift between them. An Ning's head swiveled, looking left, then right.
With a SWOOSH, the package between them vanished, now in An Ning's hands.
An Ning opened the truck door, tossed the package inside with a THUMP, and slammed the door shut. "There," she said.
