The cool evening weather is perfect, as Shen Meng and her group walk to where Uncle Guai has stopped his bullock cart, chatting and laughing along the way. They find Shen Xiaobin and Uncle Guai squatting in the shade of a tree with a bag of things placed beside them.
The old man holds a lunch box in one hand and pinches a dumpling with the other, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, Uncle Guai, it looks like your son-in-law cares about you a lot, brought you something to eat, huh?"
Wu Xianglan sets down what she was carrying onto the bullock cart and starts giggling too.
"I was passing by the dining hall after work and saw someone sprinting, thought it looked like Xiao Bin at a glance. I thought I was mistaken, but turns out it really was him."
Uncle Guai snaps the lid of the lunch box closed and pats the dust off his pants.
