Li Xianglu finally finished knitting the scarf in mid-October, though she missed quite a few stitches, Qin Xi still wore it. It was a scarf hand-knitted by his wife, and in fact, he had given up hope—anxiously expecting it for over a month. Everyone else had their scarves while his was nowhere to be seen, but now that it had finally arrived, despite the missed stitches, it was the thought that counted.
Li Xianglu was very pleased with Qin Xi's understanding of the situation. It was Friday afternoon, and they hadn't gone back last week due to a major lecture, but this week they were free, and they truly missed home.
On their bike ride, they still stopped to buy some groceries. Supplies were gradually becoming more abundant, and the Overseas Chinese Store had a wider variety of fruits now, with bananas even becoming a common sight. Sugar cane was available too, a food that doesn't go bad quickly, so Li Xianglu had sent two pieces to Qin Zhen in Shanghai, cut into sections by Qin Xi.