Little Zhu was good at creating a lively atmosphere, so he leaned against Old Zhu and said, "Dad, the sugar cakes that Aunt brought from Tianjin are delicious."
Zhu Yunying paused for a moment, then asked, "Candy cake, what is that?"
Zhu Jingjing quickly explained, "It's just candied hawthorn, but the candied hawthorn in Tianjin has a slightly different flavor."
Old Zhu said with some emotion, "In my hometown, that thing is called 'tangqiu' (sugar ball). When we were kids, we would never have dared to think about eating tangqiu. Nowadays, tangqiu is still quite interesting. The names vary from place to place, but the taste is also somewhat similar."
Zhu Yunying quickly replied, "That's all thanks to my eldest aunt. It was already quite hectic to have her and my uncle come back, but she still remembered to bring some interesting items for my grandfather and Yin'er. This is a good thing, even though we can't go out, we can still see the sights and sounds of the Ming Dynasty and taste all sorts of interesting local snacks."
"Auntie will be bringing fruit again in a few days," Little Zhu said, her mouth watering. "We'll eat mangoes then, Daddy loves them!"
Zhu Yunying smiled but didn't speak. It had been a long time since she had seen her younger sister. In those days, the only way to communicate was through letters, and it was common for people not to see each other for years.
There's no way around it. It's not just because of limited productivity or inconvenient transportation, but also because we've all grown up and have our own lives and families. Where would we find so much time?
They chatted and laughed, and although Zhu Jingjing was still somewhat cautious, she was doing quite well. It was good to keep Old Zhu company; he might not have been thinking of comforting his eldest daughter, but seeing her healthy made him feel at ease.
At this age, every moment with his children is precious. For Old Zhu, it's a time to cherish these precious memories.
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