"Dad, Mom, I'm going to ask the Village Chief about the house! I'm heading out first,"
Xiaoxiao said as she walked out.
"Third child, hurry up and follow!"
"..." Would it really be okay for him to follow? He hesitated, yet his feet did not stop.
They arrived at the Village Chief's house without speaking a word to each other. Xiaoxiao suddenly realized she seemed to have gained a shadow.
"Auntie, is Village Chief uncle at home?"
"Yes, yes, Yang Ming's wife, please come in!" The woman took the two kilograms of meat from Xiaoxiao's hand, smiling warmly as she ushered her into the house.
The Village Chief, hearing the noise, was more enthusiastic than last time and came out to greet them before Xiaoxiao entered.
"Yang Ming's wife, come inside, what brings you here this time?"
Yang Ming, trailing behind, felt ignored. Wasn't he, the Scholar, supposed to hold some status in this village? Why was he being treated like air now?
