The woman said, "Oh, I heard that your uncle has been coughing more severely lately, so I made a few folk remedies for him to try. Now that I've run into you, could you please take this medicine over for me? I won't go myself; there are some things I need to take care of at home."
"You're really not going over?" Qin Yin asked again.
"No, I'm not," the woman shook her head.
"Alright." Qin Yin took the medicine from her hands, and watched as the woman turned and left. Then she continued on her way to her uncle's house.
Qin Yin, holding a clay pot, knocked on the door quietly.
Looking up at the garlic hanging in the doorway, along with a bunch of red dried chilies and a piece of bacon, she remembered how, when she was little and brought things to her uncle, he would always make her delicious food, and how she and her mother would eat happily.
Her uncle would smile happily too.
