Yang Zongbao's eyes reddened instantly, suddenly reminded of the past. Whenever he came home from outside, it was always his mother who would make him a big bowl of noodles, topped with meat and two eggs nestled beneath. She would smile at him and say, "Dumplings when boarding the carriage, noodles when getting off. Eat more!"
Blinking his eyes, Yang Zongbao buried his head and picked up a chopstick full of noodles. With a taste, a feeling that was both familiar and strange filled him—it was the taste of home.
Perhaps he was truly starving. Accompanied by the fragrant and spicy mountain mushroom meat sauce, Yang Zongbao ate two big bowls of noodles, even drinking all the soup dry, before putting down his chopsticks.
Full and satisfied, Yang Zongbao signaled for Old Granny Zhang and Wang Yongzhu to follow him into the room.
