Wang Chen's new home had never been so lively since it was built and he had moved in.
The entire Zhang Mushan family of five had all been invited and had come.
Madam Zhang took the initiative to take over the work in the kitchen, letting her husband and Wang Chen drink tea and chat.
Zhang Zhuanghu kept his twin sisters company playing in the yard, their crisp laughter occasionally ringing out, adding a dash of vitality and liveliness to the place.
Since Wang Chen's home was located outside Flying Catkins Valley, he could enclose land as he pleased; his house was simply built, but the yard he had fenced off was not small, and he had even transplanted a few large trees from nearby mountains.
Even though it was the hot weather of late summer and early autumn, Wang Chen's yard was nevertheless cool and breezy. Sitting leisurely and gazing at the rolling hills in the distance, one couldn't help but feel relaxed and refreshed.
