“Yes, let’s eat the mooncake.” Lei smiled, lifting the plate of the mooncake. While I couldn’t help taking it over and handing one piece to each person.
Apart from a few unusual bites of the mooncake, nevertheless, there was nothing much more special than usual. No festive atmosphere was around, no feast to enjoy, no harvest to celebrate and no moon gazing to memorize. Nothing was remotely like before, like when we were young, like the undefinable cordiality of neighbors when everyone was a farmer in the village. What really warmed me now was the three quarters of an hour of rare coziness of the family gathering in a breathless room, where father was on guard.