He Jinxuan finished washing his hands and splashed the water into the yard.
Xinyan handed him the bowls and chopsticks: "Sit down and eat, I fried some yellow millet cakes today, give them a try."
He Jinxuan didn't stand on ceremony: "What made you think of eating fried cakes?"
Little Siyan heard the question, his little head shrank as he tried to make himself less noticeable.
Ye Silai noticed his brother's small movements: "It's not like some people weren't craving them."
Xinyan saw Little Siyan's expression and couldn't help but laugh: "The day before yesterday, I went to Upper River Village and bought two egg-laying hens. There happened to be an aunt in the village grinding yellow millet flour, so I traded some with her."
Ye Silai knew his sister was covering for their brother, but he had to let Uncle know about her generosity: "It's because Siyan was craving the fried cakes that the other kid Xiao Sun had. Sister traded with the aunt to satisfy his craving."
