The patriarch, Li Ende, was already sixty-seven years old. He was a very upright old man, and the two sons he had raised were good men as well.
"Did the honest daughter-in-law come by?" Li Ende asked his wife, who was ladling out congee beside him.
"Mmm, she came by this afternoon to borrow the clay pot. When she returned it, she brought over a plate of dumplings. Little Si is back, you know, so I figure she made something nice for her to eat," Chen Fengzhen explained.
"How could you accept something from her? It's hard enough for her to raise Little Si on her own," Li Ende said with a frown.
"Father, my aunt insisted on giving them. My mother-in-law tried to refuse for a long time but couldn't," Wang Danfeng quickly chimed in to defend her mother-in-law.
