Tongtong kept gazing up at Zhou Mikang, then grinned: "Third Uncle Zhou, it's you! I didn't recognize you; I thought you were the shepherd."
Ye Meiyun smiled apologetically and explained: "She recently learned a lesson with illustrations, so whenever she sees someone carrying a firewood bundle, she thinks they're shepherds."
"Let's go quickly!" Qiang Yuxian raised her voice a notch, "If you keep this up, don't come back complaining that your husband's family treats you badly, not knowing who's kin and who's close. Why should they be good to you?"
Clearly, this was an indirect criticism, disapproving of her greeting Zhou Mikang and Lin Baohe.
Chuxia hadn't spoken all along, but seeing Qiang Yuxian behave this way, she couldn't help but cheerfully wave at Ye Meiyun: "Sister Meiyun, bring Tongtong to play at my house if you have time."
