It was already six o'clock in the evening when he reached the entrance of the residential complex. Streetlamps flickered on one by one, twilight wrapped the sky, and scattered stars illuminated the hurried journeys of homeward-bound pedestrians.
Lu Mingfei changed his shoes and walked into the apartment. The kitchen light was on; Aunt had already prepared dinner, and Uncle sat in his usual spot on the sofa reading the newspaper—a daily ritual that seemed set in stone.
"Mingfei, wash your hands after you change your shoes, and tell your cousin to come eat," Uncle said, lowering his newspaper.
Chapter 56