Everyone was still very trusting of the old classmate, Song Tan, and no one noticed that she had been sharpening her knives.
At the moment, while tidying up their dirty selves in the yard, they were simultaneously enticed by the aroma wafting from the kitchen and immobilized by drool, yet hurried into the living room at the urging of both the scorching sun and the enthusiastic Wu Lan.
What a scene!
A gentle breeze wafted through, and everyone felt their hot hearts soothed and their tense bodies immediately relaxed.
Several kids were even happier, now familiar with the path to the corner of the wall where Wu Lan had temporarily placed the baskets and bins, wriggling and climbing in and out, utterly at ease.
The baskets and the ground were covered with cream-colored cloth, drawing the curious mothers over.
"Wow, this thing is really interesting—come son, do you recognize what this is?"
