"Dad, dinner's ready!"
He Tiantian diligently carried out a big basin of corn and sweet potato porridge from the kitchen.
She placed the large enamel basin on the Eight Immortals table in the main room and shouted towards the courtyard.
"Hey! Hey hey!" He Dazhuang squatted by the wall, smoking a cigarette rolled from his child's homework paper, deeply engrossed in puffing.
The tobacco was of poor quality, with a harsh taste, but He Dazhuang treasured it greatly.
He took small drags, not willing to waste even the last bit, drawing deeply a few times until the fire almost burnt his fingers, before reluctantly crushing the butt on the ground with his shoe.
He Dazhuang stood up and looked uncomfortably towards the bustling figure inside the main room.
Two years ago, when Seo Xiulan revealed the truth about her origins to He Tiantian, she had also informed He Dazhuang.
He Dazhuang was a typical rural man who somewhat favored boys over girls, but that was just the way things were.
