Little Douzi nodded. "I understand."
Lin Lan led him out of the room. When she saw Lin Hong and Lin Jun sun-drying rice, Little Douzi grabbed a rake and ran into the courtyard to help.
"Little Jun, where's Grandma?"
"Grandma went to Great-Aunt's house. The rice we threshed this afternoon is all drying over there." Lin Hong pointed to the main hall. "Grandma said there's cooled congee on the table."
Lin Lan glanced over and asked, "Do you two want some?"
"No thanks, we just had soda." Lin Jun patted his belly as he spoke. "Listen, it's all full of water."
Lin Lan looked at his face, tanned dark red and shiny from the sun, and started to laugh.
She went into the main hall and had a bowl of vegetable congee. After cleaning up, she put a few muskmelons in a basket and carried it to the backyard. When she lifted the well cover, she saw a bamboo basket already hanging inside, filled with a watermelon.
