Sheng Siyuan finally arrived at the wooden cabin.
It had been less than half a year since he last visited when he sat respectfully in front of the old man, drinking the tea he had poured.
But now, their positions had completely reversed.
"Thank you for still bringing the kids to see me," Xiahou Yi was still the one pouring tea.
Only this time, as he lifted the teapot, his face was filled with gratitude, humbled, much like Sheng Siyuan who once begged him.
Sheng Siyuan didn't respond.
Once he saw the tea had filled his cup, he picked it up and took a sip from the edge.
"Then I'll have the kitchen prepare the meal," Uncle Zhong, standing on the sidelines and seeing this scene, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and hurriedly spoke.
Xiahou Yi nodded in acknowledgment.
Soon after, Uncle Zhong left, Yin Hehe went to play outside with the three children, and just father and son were left in the wooden cabin.
