"That won't do, our mother said if we don't bring something, we shouldn't even bother returning," Ercheng said as he took the contents from the basket on his back to the kitchen.
As soon as he entered and saw the dried meat hanging from the kitchen beams, he paused for a moment, almost thinking he'd walked into the wrong place if he didn't recognize Patty.
How could this not look like the kitchen of a restaurant!
"Patty, what's with all the stuff in your kitchen?"
"It was brought back by Zhiyu's father," Nanzhi said with a smile.
Only then did Ercheng seem to cool down a bit, though still not completely pleased. How could a husband leave for three years without sending any news?
"So why has he left again? When will he be back? How can he lay his worries to rest, leaving you and Zhiyu alone at home during such times?"