Jung Chang Quotes

Dr. Xia Was Working As A Salaried Doctor Attached To Another Man's Medicine Shop, Which Did Not Give Him Much Chance To Display His Skill. But He Worked Had, And Gradually His Reputation Began To Grow. Soon He Was Invited To Go On His First Visit To A Patient's Home. When He Came Back That Evening He Was Carrying A Package Wrapped In A Cloth. He Winked At My Mother And His Wife And Asked Them To Guess What Was Inside The Package. My Mother's Eyes Was Glued To The Steaming Bundle, And Even Before She Could Shout Out "Steamed Rolls!" She Was Already Tearing The Package Open. As She Was Devouring The Rolls, She Looked Up And Met Dr. Xia's Twinkling Eyes. More Than Fifty Years Later She Can Still Remember His Look Of Happiness, And Even Today She Says She Can Remember Any Food As Delicious As Those Simple Wheat Rolls.

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