It wasn't until Lin Caihe left to chop wood that Yang Lin went to wash his hands and help out in the kitchen.
"Mom, I heard that Sangsang and Molian from next door found a wounded young man on the road. He's now lying at Molian's house. Changhong went to see him."
Yang Lin spoke to Lu Qiubo, who was tending the fire, while stir-frying vegetables.
"What?"
Lu Qiubo, who had heard the news, stuck her head out from under the stove and looked at Yang Lin in surprise.
"Sangsang brought back a young man?"
Yang Lin: "..."
By saying that, Grandma, aren't you missing my main point? The key point is not the young man, but...
"Mom, why are you concerned about that young guy?"
"How can I ignore it? Sangsang, she....." Upon hearing this, Lu Qiubo immediately counter-argued.
The reputation of her granddaughter is at stake, how could she not care? If the villagers find out, who knows how they might twist the story?
"Mom!"
