"Did something happen at the Song and Dance Troupe? Don't cry, tell us and we'll figure it out together." Sheng Laosan was certain it had to be something wrong with the Song and Dance Troupe. Although he was unhappy inside, seeing his daughter crying so sadly, he didn't say anything.
His daughter was stubborn and saying too much wouldn't help either.
"It's noon, I'll call your aunt back to cook." Sheng Laosan had always wanted his daughter to call Shen Luhua "Mom," but every time he mentioned it, his daughter would cause a huge commotion. Later, he gave up.
"Dad, no need, I'll cook."
Sheng Laosan was already halfway out the door. He hesitated and turned back at his daughter's words, "What did you say?"
Sheng Ning's face turned redder, out of shame.
"Dad, I'll cook," Sheng Ning said and walked straight into the kitchen.
In the low adobe house, the cement stove was wiped very clean, showing that Shen Luhua was a very tidy person.
