Wang Yao didn't stop working in the herb field until late afternoon.
I should call it a day.
After clearing things up, he went home.
Zhang Xiuying had already cooked dinner. She and her husband had been waiting for Wang Yao so they could all have dinner together. They talked about Zhang Wenbao's family again.
"We need to go to the wedding," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Yes," said Wang Fenghua briefly.
"Aye, the worst thing in this world is getting sick," said Zhang Xiuying.
Everyone thought this way. However, everyone would get sick, unless he was God.