A layer of salt, a layer of sweet potato stalks, the jar is filled and then topped with a sprinkle of salt, finally pouring in the cooled boiled water...
Mid-morning, Qiaoqiao was pickling vegetables and quite enjoying himself, even taking the time to neatly align all the sweet potato stalks—it was clear he found this type of repetitive mechanical work very satisfying!
By the time he sealed the last jar, the old men and women in the yard had already gone for a stroll in the mountains, and that's when he started to feel a bit annoyed:
"I forgot to teach the kids— they haven't learned this. When we have the class reunion at pig-slaughtering time, what if they all fail the test?"
Zhang Yanping thought to himself that he's indeed learned from Xin Jun; as a teacher, his sense of responsibility is second to none!
But class reunions, sometimes, aren't about the grades.
