The bags were full of gifts from the villagers from Jia County. There were fresh dates, dry dates, millet, and walnuts. It was common food, but all the favorite foods of Wang Yao's family.
"These are all from the villagers," said Wang Yao.
"Really? Hmmm...the dates are nice, so are the millet and walnuts." Zhang Xiuying could tell the quality of the food right way as she had been a farmer's wife for most of her life.
"Has everything gone well there?" asked Zhang Xiuying.
"Yes," said Wang Yao, smiling. "Where is Dad?"
"He went to Nanshan Hill, he should come home soon," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Let me help you prepare dinner," said Wang Yao.
"No, it was a long way for you to drive back. You must be tired. Go, wash your face and rest up a little. Dinner will be ready soon," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Okay," said Wang Yao.
He went to washed his face, then came out to set the table.
Soon his father came back home.
