Siheyuan: Silly Pillars Are Not Stupid, Teapots Are Humming with Their Legs Crossed

The melody of Oriental Red penetrated the mist. The man in a blue cloth coat came in carrying a lunch box. Ma Hua held a teapot in both hands and handed it to He Yuzhu, crossing his legs and humming a tune. Several cooks in the kitchen watched helplessly and no one dared to say a word - the whole steel rolling mill called him Silly Zhu and said that he was mentally ill for hanging around the widow. I leaned back in the chair and squinted my eyes to let the days of this life start with a cup of hot tea.