Xiao Bai shook his head and looked at other photos, a family portrait-like photo caught his eye.
"Ah—" he uttered in confusion, frowning and trying hard to discern the faces in the photo.
The photo was an old black-and-white one, featuring four people in total, two middle-aged adults sitting in the front and a young boy and girl standing behind them, looking very much like a family of four.
The man sitting in the front looked familiar, Xiao Bai's eyes rolled around, but he couldn't figure it out.
Just then, Bai Zhixi came back with pickled cucumbers.
Xiao Bai asked, "Aunt, who is the man in this photo?"
Bai Zhixi leaned over to look, paused her breath for a moment, then said lightly, "Oh, that's my father."
She obviously didn't want to elaborate.
Xiao Bai was tactful, "Oh," then looked at the bowl in Bai Zhixi's hands, which contained a fist-sized, dark brown gourd-shaped object, characteristic of pickled vegetables.
