When Tang Yuxin came home from school, she noticed a strange tension in the house, her father's face seemed longer than a horse's, and her uncle, looking as scared as a mouse running from a cat, kept retreating.
"Dad..." Tang Yuxin called out to Tang Zhinian, wondering what had happened. Had they had an argument?
But they were the exemplary brothers of the village.
Just like Wa Song and his elder brother.
They were such good siblings, could they really have gotten into a fight?
"Xinxin is back," said Tang Zhinian, his face lifting slightly at the sight of his daughter. "There's food in the pot, serve yourself. Your uncle and I have something to discuss."
Alright then, Tang Yuxin placed her school bag on the table, and then went into the kitchen. When she returned, she was holding a bowl of noodles that had been made at noon and reheated in the evening. She was starved and nothing tasted better than these noodles.
