Next day.
The air is filled with the scent of flowers and birds are singing; the weather is perfect.
Zhong Xing was awakened by the chirping of little birds outside the window.
The sun shines through the window, lazily spreading across the bed.
With eyes slightly narrowed, Zhong Xing watches the birds outside the window hopping around and chirping songs, finding it amusing.
An aroma of food wafts in.
Zhong Xing gets out of bed, rubs her eyes, and walks out of the room.
Third Uncle has already prepared breakfast, fried sweet potato cakes, and cooked some pumpkin.
Seeing Zhong Xing come out, he says, "Go wash up, then come have breakfast. After breakfast, we'll go to the fish pond to catch fish."
"From the big pond?"
"Yes."
Zhong Xing nods, "Great, let's catch plenty; I can take some back to Tang Huai."
Tang Huai will definitely invite Jiajia over to eat once the fish is cooked.
"Is your foot still hurting?" Third Uncle doesn't forget to show concern.
