Amidst all the hustle and bustle, Yuan Si was finally home. That evening, the family sat under the crabapple tree in their small courtyard and joyfully shared a reunion dinner.
Xiao Hu was already fourteen and had grown into a young man. Perhaps because he had spent the last few years living with his grandmother and uncle, he looked like a city kid at first glance—not because of his features, but his air.
Yuan Si had thought the boy had grown up and matured, but he revealed his true colors less than three minutes after they sat down to eat.
"Grandma, you're playing favorites! You and Auntie took the two drumsticks, and it makes sense for Uncle to get a wing, but why does the other wing go to Little Niu instead of me?" Xiao Hu shot a glare at the annoying little brother who had stolen his chicken wing.
