The soda came in old-fashioned glass bottles. Everyone got one. Zhu Jing, in a hearty display, popped the cap off with her teeth, and the soda inside instantly fizzed up.
Wen Ci copied Zhu Jing and bit her bottle open too.
Zhu Jing raised her soda bottle. "Let's all have a toast."
Soda was a rarity in those days, and the spread of main dishes on the table was as lavish as a New Year's Eve feast. The women all clinked their bottles together.
They weren't the only ones living in the family compound.
Drawn by the aroma of braised pork knuckle and stewed pig's feet, many other family members followed the scent over to take a look, but left after hearing the sounds of their cheerful laughter.
After a couple of bites, Wen Ci exclaimed with praise, "Sister Jing, your cooking is absolutely incredible." After saying this, she asked, a little puzzled:
"With skills like yours, how come you're not working in the compound's canteen kitchen?"
