Shuanghe Village. When Xu Nianhua and the others got home, the sky was already pitch black.
"Ji Ying, the food's all done, right?" Xu Qinghe asked, glancing outside every now and then. Knowing that his son and daughter were coming home today, he'd finished work early.
"It's done, it's done, it's already being heated. You've asked for the fifth time today."
Ji Ying grumbled, saying, "They definitely went to my dad's place today. Nianji still has to bring stuff, so they'll be home really late."
"Did I ask five times?" Xu Qinghe moved his neck around, not feeling at all like he'd asked five times. He simply opened the door to the yard—cold wind gusting—but as soon as their car returned, he'd see it right away.
"It's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."
Ji Ying reminded him, tugging at her padded coat as she stepped outside too.
The bright headlights stood out starkly in the dark village.
