Early the next morning, as the first light appeared on the horizon, a car left the farm and hit the road back to Hai City.
Ping'an sat in the back seat, watching his father driving in the front, and finally asked, "Dad, will the crabs given by Grandma die? Is it okay for us to take and eat like this?"
Aunt Zhao patted his head and laughed, "Don't worry so much. How about coming back to my house with me?"
Ping'an shook his head, "No, it's not possible. The little partners in Grandfather's village said you can't visit others' houses for a month. I'll come next time to visit your house."
Zhao Wenhui was amused. Such a young child could even say 'visit'. She wanted to explain that this is a god-family and there's no big taboo, but seeing the serious little face, she decided not to persuade him further.
"Grandma, when you're done, come find me, and we'll go back together."
