Going to the supermarket to buy nuts wasn't difficult, but driving to Jiang Yongzheng's house was a different story. Unfamiliar with the roads in Tianjin, he took a few wrong turns and arrived more than half an hour late—it was almost four o'clock. By then, Chu Ling and her son and daughter-in-law were already waiting impatiently at home.
"Can you believe they haven't arrived yet? Maybe they're not coming at all," Wu Yanran said, clearly annoyed. She felt that these relatives, now that they were from Beijing, acted as if they were superior. It was just a Beijing residence registration; what was there to show off?
