蒸面 Applying steam function Now steaming a batch of steamed buns, the escaping steam bubble and bubble on the stove, squeeze her shadow. The sound of noisy footsteps came from outside the courtyard, not the toe-peeling geezer husband, but her mother and the neighbor Wang Aunt, chirping like a flock of sparrows. "Xiuya! You hurry out and take a look who has come back!" Her mother's voice was sharp enough to pierce the sky.

But Lin Xiuya didn't feel like "looking". She was preoccupied with the dough. The air was thick with the smell of yeast and hope. She imagined the steamed buns steaming and golden, her little kid's face full of happiness as he ate it. That would be a perfect day.

Then, the door burst open. Her mother, Wang Aunt and a few villagers rushed in, talking and pointing at the door, "Look, look, who's here?" Amidst the noise, she saw a tall figure standing at the door. He was in a Western-style suit, his hair neatly combed back, a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes, looking more like a film star than her husband who had been with her for several years.