"Mm."
Fei Jin nodded, stood up, and walked outside.
At that moment, Yang Kai was sitting alone on a stone bench in his small courtyard, his brow furrowed as he clutched an old-fashioned tobacco pipe.
He couldn't figure out why Fei Jin and Song Qingya had suddenly changed their minds and agreed to come visit the village.
Weren't they just giving him the cold shoulder yesterday?
'Could it be... that the few baskets of sweet potatoes I sent over yesterday offended them?'
'Or did I come on too strong and annoy them?'
He smoked his pipe, muttering to himself, "That can't be it... They don't seem like those kinds of people... But what could it be?"
But that was the best he had to offer.
He had thought it might move them, that it would be worth it even if it only earned him a little understanding.
"Captain Yang! Captain Yang!"
An urgent shout shattered the silence in the house like a clap of thunder.
