When He Ziqian went over that evening, the family was already seated. A kerosene lamp was lit on the table, next to a large pot of stew. No one had started eating yet.
Lü Jianjun stood up and gestured for He Ziqian to sit down.
"You might not be used to this. I heard from my sister that Beijing City already has electric lights. We're a bit remote out here, but we'll get them soon. The town already has them. We have to go to town whenever we need to make a phone call."
He Ziqian said, "It's fine."
After he sat down, Lü's mother told everyone to start eating.
As they ate, Lü Jianjun asked He Ziqian about his profession in Beijing City.
He Ziqian replied, "I'm in management."
Although Lü Jianjun wasn't highly educated, he understood what "management" meant.
"So you're a leader, then?"
"I guess so."
Lü Bijun said, "Brother, let's just eat. Talk less."
Lü Jianjun glanced at his sister. "What are you afraid of? We'll all be family soon. Why can't we talk?"
