Tang Zhinian fell silent, just accompanying his daughter as they ate. Tang Yuxin sat there obediently, spooning rice into her mouth one bite at a time, never spilling a grain. The meals at home were typically noodles or dumplings. Had she ever expressed a desire for anything else? Before she was three, she could be quite picky and often asked for things from the local store. But after turning three, it was as if she had grown up overnight, suddenly becoming so sensible. It seemed as if she knew the household was struggling financially, and she no longer even glanced at her once-favorite store.
"Brother, I'm done eating," Tang Zhijun put down his bowl and wiped his mouth, "I'll head to the fields now, get the soil turned, and plant the crops as early as possible."
