Aunt Li looked at the three people standing like statues and laughed.
"Why are you standing at the door? Come in, it's almost time to eat." She waved them inside.
The three still didn't move, staring blankly at Aunt Li's smiling face.
"Hey, what's up? Are you dumbstruck?"
Aunt Li frowned, put down what she was holding, and walked toward them, wiping her hands on her apron, "What happened?"
Just as Aunt Li was about to feel their foreheads to see if they were feverish, Li Dahe came out from the house.
He walked with a spring in his step, hands behind his back.
Not a single sign of serious illness or even a cold.
"You're back."
He glanced at the three of them and nodded, "Come in first, let's eat."
Lin Nianhe finally felt relieved after worrying all the way, but then came the confusion: "You hurriedly called me back, surely it wasn't just to eat, right?"
They really thought Li Dahe was seriously ill and came to see him one last time!
