Since my brother is so eager to call someone uncle, he must be put to good use. Being an elder isn't for nothing.
Song Xiuluan had a sly smile on her face.
The following day at noon, Lu Qingqing pushed her suitcase through the front gate of her home, hoping to surprise her family. Instead, she found Song Xiuluan leaning against the kitchen doorframe at the southeast corner, waving a large palm-leaf fan authoritatively while Fu Yisheng was helping her mom pick and wash vegetables by the well. Song Xiufeng and her grandfather and maternal grandfather were sitting under the grape trellis sipping tea, relaxed and at ease.
What's going on?
Lu Qingqing took a few steps back in disbelief, looking up to double-check. She hadn't gone to the wrong house, had she?
