At ten o'clock, they served Xibao noodles with the bone soup they had simmered, fed him till he was full, cooed him to sleep, and had the kids watch over him, while the couple returned to the kitchen to prepare lunch. In a short while, however, they heard someone knocking and calling from outside, but the voice wasn't clear.
"Who would be wandering about on a heavy snow day?"
"You go and have a look. It might be your father or Uncle Xu." Their house was always locked because they had proper meals at home.
"Yes, yes, my dear, I'll go. Wait for me before you resume cooking, don't do everything by yourself." Lu Jiang said, hinting for her to lock away anything that shouldn't be exposed to outsiders before he went to open the door. A middle-aged man covered in snow and pushing a bicycle stood at the door. He had thick eyebrows and a square face, emanating an air of authoritative fierceness without anger.