บท 391: The Village and the Beauty

"Are we going back tomorrow?" the boy asked.

"Yes," Gong Aiguo replied.

"Okay. These dishes are delicious," the boy said.

Kids are always innocent.

"The living condition here is much better than the place we live," his father replied.

People might laugh or not believe that the villagers from where Gong Aiguo came didn't often get the chance to eat pork. Occasionally, one of the villagers killed a pig for catering purpose. Normally, the pigs were used to exchange for money.

Gong Aiguo and his son got up early in the morning, so did Wang Mingbao. He made something simple for breakfast. After they had finished breakfast, Wang Mingbao took Guo Aiguo and his son to Wang Yao's clinic. By the time they arrived at the clinic, they saw Wang Yao coming down from Nanshan Hill.

"Dr. Wang gets up so early," Gong Aiguo said.

"He normally sleeps on the hill," Wang Mingbao said.

"What? Sleep on the hill?" Gong Aiguo was surprised.