"I wonder why the ink runs out so quickly today." As he murmured to himself, he dipped himself in the rest of the ink and continued to write carefully on the paper, but at this moment, he couldn't help thinking of Zongzi his mother brought an hour ago. The mellow, sweet taste of Zongzi in memory came to the tongue
"So sweet! I don't know if my mother put much more sugar in the brown sugar water today. " The sweetness wrapped around his tongue and he was lost for a moment.
"Wangdao, it's late. You should take care of yourself even when you are busy with your work." Murmurs of concern rumbling through his mother outside pulled his mind back.
"I see, Mom!" Chen Wangdao gave a quick answer, resuming pouring out words on paper.
"Do you remember to eat the Zongzi today with sugar water?"
"Yes, it's very sweet." Another short answer.
As soon as she heard her son's short reply, she immediately realized that he was still devoting his attention to his work, so she pushed the door open softly.