"Peter, let's eat at home." Just stepping into the village, John Morris called out as he approached.
"Uncle, where are you off to?"
"I'm calling you for dinner. Look at you, haven't had a meal at home since you got to the village." As he spoke, he guided Peter towards his house.
Now all of Peter's relatives regarded him as an important figure, treating him outstandingly well.
Peter laughed and followed his uncle to his home.
At first glance, although his uncle's house had been refurbished, it wasn't very impressive — an unimposing structure with poor lighting and visible signs of decay.
"Uncle, didn't I ask Grandpa to find a place to redesign and construct new homes? How's that coming along?"
At these words, Sahil Brown's face lit up with a smile: "It's almost done! You don't know, the construction team you hired works really fast. The houses are incredible, even better than the ones in the city!"
When it came to discussing the new homes, Sahil had a lot to say.
