Chen Guanghai raised his eyebrows. What could be going on this late at night? Could something have happened to someone?
He glanced at Chen Laoda, "Laoda, go open the door and see who it is."
Chen Laoda, now thirteen, was the most mature of the three children, like a little adult.
He nodded immediately and jogged to open the door.
As soon as the gate opened, he saw an old, wrinkled face at the door.
"Laoda, what delicious food are you making at your house? It smells so good it's making my grandson cry."
The visitor was the old lady Zhang from next door, a shrewd old woman who would shamelessly show up at any house making good food.
She claimed it was for her grandson, but more than half of it would end up in her own stomach.
Since she was elderly, people in the village were reluctant to say much, mostly just hiding their food when she was around.
