Jiang Feng's memory of the annual meeting froze at the moment when Jiang Jianguo and Jiang Jiankang brought the roasted pig out from the kitchen.
All he could remember was that the roasted pig that day was bigger than usual, more fragrant too. Things seemed blurry, as if there were double images, with one roasted pig having three heads. When Granduncle Weiming took the knife, both the knife and his hand were shaking.
Granduncle Weiming was shaking, too.
He vaguely remembered someone asking him if he wanted something to eat, but at that time his tongue felt tied and he was speaking unclearly, not remembering what he actually wanted to say.
What had happened after the roasted pig? What the roasted pig tasted like, Jiang Feng had completely no idea. By the time he gained memory again, it was already 8 o'clock in the morning of the next day, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was the snowy white ceiling of the room.