Zhou Zishan said, "Village Chief, go back for your meal. We just need a mouthful. The rest of the trivial matters will be finished in the afternoon."
Zhou Ziyuan said, "That's right. Village Chief, we are doing quite well. The sky is high, and the land is broad. It's comfortable eating here. Besides, we didn't really do anything the entire morning." Upon saying that, Zhou Ziyuan blushed a little. Such a large plot of land had been cleared with all that help. They were unsure if they should be paid for it. And if they did, how much… Now, they clearly weren't thick-skinned enough to get a free meal.
The youngest Zhou Ziheng did not say a word. His eyes were darting around as well. His age made him someone who paid a lot of attention to food. Who would want to eat noodles if there was something better? However, Zhou Ziheng ultimately kept silent.
