"Am I a little too early?" He Ning smiled as he led Huo Gao into the courtyard. They behaved in such a familiar manner that it felt as if they were in their own house.
Qiao Mei did not say anything and just walked out with a big pot of dough soup as usual. He Ning thought that it was for them and smiled as he stretched out his hands to take the pot from Qiao Mei. In the end, Qiao Mei did not even look at them. She turned sideways and went to the courtyard door to blow the whistle.
Zhang Wei ran over happily and carefully brought the pot back home.
He Ning awkwardly put down his raised hands and followed Qiao Mei into the house. Qiao Qiang was lying on the brick bed and listening to the radio as usual.
His greatest hobby was to listen to news from all over the world. As long as it was news, he would listen attentively.
