Mom curled her lips and ignored her husband. She sat down and scooped food for her son, “Eat more.”
Knock, knock, knock. Someone was knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” Mom went to open the door.
It was their neighbor, Auntie Liu. She smiled. “My husband said he happened to see Little Ye come home around the corner just now. Eh, Little Ye is eating?”
Zhang Ye put down his chopsticks, “Auntie Liu!”
“He just came back. He had a signing event in the morning.” Mom said proudly.
Auntie Liu chuckled, “I came here for this matter. All of you know my husband likes to write. He especially loves Little Ye’s poems. He is embarrassed to come over, so he got me to ask. Is there any more of the Compilation?”