I never thought a misunderstanding over wild red raspberries would send my mother-in-law out to the hills at dusk, just to pick an entire basket for me. But while sitting down to my spot at the table, I thought I had heard somebody say miaozi, the term for raspberries in the local dialect. So there was my father-in-law, urging my mother-in-law to venture into the hills and gather wild red raspberries, never mind the gorgeous spread of food we already had on the table. Of course, I was embarrassed by this suggestion and wouldn't think of sending her out to pick fruit, as we were all ready to eat and the sunlight was fading. And as much as I shook my head at that basket of raspberries, I also recognized it for what it really was - another way to show how much she loved me.