Zhiwen and Zhiwu, the two brothers, contentedly enjoyed a feast of meat, patting their full bellies and sitting in the chair savoring the taste.
These days, they've been working in the fields every day and haven't been eating well, feeling like the hard-earned meat they've gained has quickly vanished.
"Did you eat your fill?" Jiang Changhai asked his two nephews with a smile, amused by their satisfied appearances.
"Yes, Uncle, we're full. Aunt's cooking is the best." Zhiwu sweetly complimented.
"Alright then, let's head out after you finish eating, it'll be dark soon." Jiang Changhai stood up and stretched lazily, speaking to the children.
"Let's go, heading home!" Zhiwen and Zhiwu cheerfully said, carrying tasty snacks with them.
Jiang Changhai rode his family's bicycle with Jiang Mianmian sitting on the back, Yuanbin on the front, Zhiwen rode Wang Li's old bicycle, carrying Zhiwu, and they returned to Stone Bridge Village.
