By noon, my uncle and aunt came back from the factory, and the whole family sat down to enjoy a hearty lunch together.
Even though today was still an official holiday, Yao Jianjun, as the factory director, naturally did not have the concept of taking a day off.
After lunch, the behavior of the five girls vying to wash the dishes once again won the favor of the elders, and even the aunt's view of Xu Qingfan had changed.
In the countryside, it is the women who are responsible for washing and cooking. After eating, grandpa and my uncle contentedly sat in their reclining chairs picking their teeth, and Xu Qingfan, not wanting to say anything, took on the responsibility of feeding the dogs.
"Cyon cyon cyon!"
He came out with a bowl of dog food mixed with leftovers, and the two dogs, who were originally dozing on the ground, immediately bounced up a meter high.
