Lin Huanzhu lingered downstairs for a while. She only snapped back to reality when a cold wind blew past, making her shiver.
She turned, shook her head, and ran back home.
Liao Jin was busy in the kitchen. Seeing her return, she called out, "Pour some of your father's favorite liquor, and set out some oranges and candy."
Lin Huanzhu froze for a moment. Only after Liao Jin urged her a second time did she agree, forcing herself to arrange everything.
Liao Jin fried two eggs, stir-fried a plate of peanuts, and set out a plate of plain white tofu.
The white tofu was completely plain, served just as it was.
Because her late sister had loved it that way.
Bit by bit, plate after plate, the small dishes soon filled a small table.
In a somewhat narrow alcove, there was nothing but a few memorial tablets.
They were for Lin Huanzhu's maternal grandparents, her father and mother, and her two older brothers.
