Wang Zemin glared at him and said gruffly, "Don't even think about following in your aunts' footsteps. If I catch you, I won't go easy on you."
"Yes," Wang Zhixue replied. He bent down, tied the bundles of grass he had gathered with a grass rope, and stacked them against the courtyard wall.
Yang Liqun carried a bundle of grass into the kitchen. She ladled three scoops of water into the pot, measured out less than half a bowl of rice, gave it a quick rinse, and poured it in. After lighting the fire, she went to the backyard to pull up some napa cabbage. Once the congee was cooked, she would chop the cabbage finely and add it to the pot, making cabbage congee.
After stacking the bundles of grass, Wang Zhixue went to the backyard. He pulled two zongzi from his pocket and handed them to Yang Liqun. "Mom, Aunt made these to sell."
Yang Liqun took them and looked at him lovingly. "Let's wait for Zhilin to get back and give these to him."
