Old Jiang soaked his feet, making the three of them feel warm all over, but hotter still were the hearts of Song Youde and Song Sancheng.
It was simply because two new tricycles were right there in the yard, making it very hard for them not to be excited!
Even Old Li didn't leave, but sat on the side eagerly waiting.
Only Seventh Uncle, who was getting ready to cook dinner, snorted coldly:
"You can't pick leftover buns from a dog's kennel! It's not even dark yet, it'd be better to do some more work, but instead you have to show off your new tricycles."
Being close relatives, everyone was used to Seventh Uncle's personality.
Song Youde's beard curled:
"What do you know? This is a sign of respect my granddaughter gave me! Besides, there hasn't been much work lately..."
"Heh!"
Seventh Uncle also sneered coldly, "Just last night I heard you talking about interplanting watermelons in the Peach Forest, where are the watermelon seedlings?"
