Old Mrs. Chen looked at Chen Zigeng, who was holding on to Liangchen and refused to let go. Everyone said Zigeng was smart, but in front of Liangchen, he was just like any other little child.
Clinging to his sister's hand, as if afraid someone would take her away.
"Alright," Old Mrs. Chen said, "let your sister rest a while, and don't make a fuss, or you'll wet the bed again when you go back."
Chen Zigeng's face flushed red.
Xie Liangchen pressed her lips into a smile, and looked up at Old Mrs. Chen, "Did Grandmother take out the bran she hid again?"
This time it was Old Mrs. Chen whose eyes flickered, "The family's grain is enough to eat."
"Grandmother, Second Aunt, and people in the village are hoarding grain again," Chen Zigeng said, "Mixing bran in the rice and lying to us that it's miscellaneous grains. How could we not recognize bran?"
Xie Liangchen could imagine Old Mrs. Chen secretly cooking bran and, being caught, still denying it with wide eyes.
