Since Aunt Zhou received this commission, she naturally took it to heart and went to visit relatives the next day.
Arriving at Shanghuang Village, she happened to witness a lively scene.
Today is Sunday, the sky is clear and the clouds are wide. Wang Baoxing and Liu Yulan, as usual, went to work. Wang Miaomiao was at home, forcing Wang Jia Bao to recite, and from time to time, Wang Jia Bao's complaints and Wang Miaomiao's suppressive threats could be heard from the room.
Wang Pandi sat in the living room slowly doing some needlework, listening to the noise of her younger siblings inside. She smiled knowingly; life is just like this.
On the table lay a bag that had been slashed by a thief, which she had already mended and casually embroidered with patterns to cover up the scars, so no one could tell it had ever been damaged.
"Liu Yulan, Liu Yulan, are you home? Come out and get your package, there's a letter for you too," came a man's shout from the door.
