Gu Zi smiled indulgently at her youngest son. "Northern-style mantou is meant to be filling—it's supposed to be dense. You've got to eat it slowly. It's especially delicious with a bit of pickled vegetables. Trust me, it's a match made in heaven."
The pickles, of course, were complimentary—help yourself, take as much as you like.
Following his mother's advice, Su Li took smaller bites of the mantou and paired it with the salty pickles. Oh wow. He couldn't believe it—it was better than eating meat!
Su Bing and Su Le weren't fussy eaters either. They ate contentedly, thoroughly enjoying the experience.
Gu Zi watched her children devouring their food with genuine pleasure. A smile played on her lips. She had gone to university up north in her previous life, and now here she was again, studying in the north. Life had a funny way of circling back, didn't it? It felt so right.
