Listening to his sister's stern voice, Beichen stuck out his tongue and said, "Okay, sis, I know I was wrong. I'm nearly starving to death, let's hurry back home."
As he spoke, the young boy ran towards their house first, causing Xiaoxiao to shake her head helplessly and hurriedly pulled Ye Xuan by the hand to head back home as well.
At the end of the small village, an old two-story tile house stood, its walls mottled and its rusty gate somewhat dilapidated, clearly indicating the house had seen many years.
As Xiaoxiao opened the front door, the three of them stepped inside.
The siblings' home.
Old and ancient furniture, seemingly leftover products from the last century, were exposed under the dim light, giving an impression of utter emptiness and proving that the siblings' life was rather straitened.
"Sit here nicely, and don't touch anything, okay? I'm going to cook now. If I find you've been running around when I come back, you won't get any dinner tonight, do you hear me?"
