Wang Yan's parents originally thought Wang Yan was wasting the family's food, but they didn't expect she had brought home rice from the farm.
Their expressions improved quite a bit, "This rice is of good quality." Father Wang smelled the fragrance of rice in the house and thought it must be delicious.
Mother Wang kept nodding, "Yes, yes, I haven't smelled such fragrant rice in ages. It must be delicious."
Wang Yan listened to them praising the rice's aroma without speaking, just quietly listening to them continue.
Wang Yan's parents rambled for a while, thinking they said so much, a sensible child should go to the kitchen to serve them rice, right?
But this child didn't move, "Wang Yan, your dad and I have been busy all day, we're hungry, why don't you serve us some rice."
Wang Yan looked at her casually sitting brother and sister, "I made the rice, you should ask my brother and sister to do it."
