"That's right, back then we even gave her a nickname, 'Flashlight Girl,' because you needed a flashlight to see her."
Aunt Bloomy was quite upset, waving vegetable leaves around, "Shoo, shoo, stop talking nonsense here!"
The three of them burst into laughter, their voices echoing far and wide.
Little Tiger joined in with laughter too, drooling all the way down to his chin.
Just as Hannah walked through the courtyard gate, Arnold Simmons had just set the food on the stone table under the tree. It was his first time cooking with firewood, and he hadn't quite mastered the timing, turning breakfast into a solid lunch.
However, it looked nice and smelled delicious.
"Did someone come looking for you earlier?" Arnold Simmons handed her some chopsticks.
Just as Hannah was about to take them, he caught her hand, "Go wash your hands first."
"Alright."
She nodded, and Arnold Simmons led her to the water pipe.
The village had running water.
The water was cold.
