As soon as he heard it was his uncle visiting, Little Dongzi was quick to slip away; in the blink of an eye, he ran to the door to open it.
"Why is Ayan coming over? Why didn't I hear him say he was going to come?" Jiang Mei handed her husband a tissue to wipe his mouth while expressing her confusion.
Zhao Wensheng wiped his glasses, put them back on his nose, stood up, and said to his wife and Peng Fang, "You two eat."
With her brother visiting, how could Jiang Mei possibly continue eating? She patted Peng Fang's shoulder, "You keep eating, I'll accompany your cousin to see, it's my brother who's come."
Peng Fang nodded in agreement, picked up her bowl, and used her chopstick tips to pick up a few grains of rice, which she absentmindedly put into her mouth, chewing while her eyes looked past the antique shelf that separated the living room from the small dining area, toward the inside of the living room.
