Before Feng Qingxue could respond, Lu Erxiong raised his hand.
"I found it, I found out that mom came from the west. Everyone in our brigade was waiting to eat meat; no one saw mom come back!" He proudly puffed out his chest.
Zhou Fengchun looked suspiciously, "Weren't you waiting for meat at the brigade office?"
The Lu Family's kids, Xibao wasn't there, Ye Yan and Fubao were practicing calligraphy and painting at Old Master Wen's place, Dundun and Zhuangzhuang were beside Father Lu, jumping around the most excitedly watching people slaughter pigs and sheep. Who else could it be but Lu Erxiong? He very much trusted his own eyes.
Lu Erxiong smacked his forehead, "Grand Uncle told me to come call Grandpa Zhou and Brother to eat the meat!"
Feng Qingxue looked helplessly at the little bear son.
Xibao concernedly said, "Mom, why didn't you send a telegram when you came home? So we could pick you up."
