"Let's go! It's getting late; we must return for dinner!"
"Yes."
He could not help being wistful that the slow-ticking time would pass faster. He wanted tomorrow to come earlier so he could contact his men and hurry home!
If only he had wings, then he could fly back to his mother's side!
As his mind was adrift, both reached the Zhao's home.
The boy took a peek at the dinner already prepared on the table. It was a simple meal, though definitely fresh from the farm, with the vegetables and grains a hundred-percent home-grown.
There were days when he was envious of such a peaceful and simple life.
He turned pensive again. He started to eat after thanking his hosts, astonishing them with his elegant table manners.
Li Ru could not help praising him. "A-Jun, look at him; children from the city are indeed different! His table manners are graceful and polite, just like a true gentleman!"
