Xu Jingjing returned home, and the first thing she did was to drop her large luggage in the main room, only to find that Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu, her elderly parents, were both sitting there with a lively spirit, having clearly just finished dinner. Mr. Xu was leisurely puffing on his pipe, not showing the slightest sign of being under the weather.
"Are you all right, Dad?" Xu Jingjing looked incredulously at Mr. Xu. Wasn't he supposed to be unwell? Wasn't it said that her mother couldn't take care of him alone? Was this what being 'not well' looked like—to still be able to smoke after dinner?
