Cheng Zhirang drove home first.
The home where his parents lived.
He parked the car at the door, got out, slammed the car door, and strode inside with his long legs.
He Jia was already waiting in the living room. Seeing him come in, she immediately stood up to greet him.
"How is it? Are we really going to have a meal together?"
"Yes."
He fastened two fingers at his collar, loosened his tie, and sat down, saying, "We'll go to Half Mountain. I'll go fetch them at four tomorrow afternoon."
He Jia didn't quite agree: "Why not here? They'll think we're not paying enough attention."
"Her father doesn't quite agree with seeing the elders too soon. Being too formal would stress her out, so I took a step back and chose Half Mountain. Mom, does Dad have time tomorrow?"
"Even if he's busy, he must make time. But I'm worried the dishes won't be to their taste. Did you find out what they like to eat?"
