Madame Xú deftly set the dishes on the table, laid out the chopsticks, and then hollered at the top of her lungs, "Old Xú, time to eat!"
"Coming, my dear." Xú Yǒudé tidied up his appearance in front of the house's only palm-sized mercury mirror, then stepped out with a broad, beaming smile.
"Oh, my dear, didn't we agree to break out that jar of wine for a couple of sips?"
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