"Why are you still standing there?"
Amidst the bustling crowd at the village gate, the Old Clan Chief's single question made everyone realize what was most important. "Go tell Datong's mother to slaughter a chicken, heat up the wine, and steam the buns..."
"The kids are back! We need to set up a feast! Everyone come and eat, everyone come and eat!"
"..."
The villagers burst into laughter, ushering Hu Ma and the others, along with the carriage, into the village. Someone had already notified Zhou Datong's mother and his honest, unassuming father. They had thrown open their courtyard gate, borrowed tables and chairs from neighbors, and set up a canopy, ready to lay out the banquet.
Traditionally, since this was their own children returning for the New Year, it wasn't considered a major event for the entire village, so a feast couldn't be held in the village's name.
