As for the silk and supplies that my cheap sister brought back then, they all turned into ashes in the flash of the explosion.
Zhang Chen wandered around for a bit and then, with a basket on his back, headed to his stepmother's home. Looking from a distance, he saw many unfamiliar faces among the neighbors, and his stepmother was sitting in the courtyard with a face full of worry.
Zhang Chen hesitated slightly, but still walked into the courtyard with a composed face: "Mother, I've returned!"
All these troubles were caused by himself; he couldn't let his own mother and younger siblings take the blame! A man must own up to his responsibilities!
Zhang Chen's words startled his stepmother, who suddenly stood up and rushed in front of Zhang Chen, looking him up and down with joy in her eyes: "It's good that you're okay! It's good that you're okay!"
