Su Zixuan finished making dinner, anxiously waiting at the courtyard entrance, craning his neck towards the village entrance.
From a distance, he saw his sister carrying a small basket on her back, walking with her short legs, her petite figure happily running home, and tears of excitement filled his eyes.
"Sister."
The nine-year-old boy rushed forward, almost sobbing, to hug his petite sister, his hoarse voice trembling.
"Sister, you're finally back."
"Brother, look, I dug up so many bamboo shoots."
Su Qingluo glanced at the curious villagers watching the siblings, took off her small basket prepared beforehand from her shoulder, and cutely spoke with her babyish voice, presenting her treasure to her brother.
Summer bamboo shoots are rare. Liu's daughter-in-law passed by the siblings and showed an envious expression, her eyes full of eagerness.
"Sister, you're great! Let's go home."