"Exactly! They scared me to death in the middle of the night." Song Kexin was fuming.
"Then my dad had to use a long bamboo pole, the one for hanging clothes, to knock them off the gate. That torn half of a quilt is still hanging there; no one's cleaned it up."
Xie Ning was utterly speechless.
"Why were they climbing the gate?"
But Song Kexin just burst out laughing. "Sis, you probably won't believe this, but I heard that weirdo brother-and-sister pair were starving at home for two whole days. They couldn't take it anymore, so they tried to climb over to ask us for food."
"In the end, not only did they fail to get over the gate, but that Li Xiang also twisted his leg."
"But Uncle Li's family has a cellar, too. It's impossible that they didn't store some food for the winter."
Every household in the Song Family Pavilion stocks up on things like frozen cabbage and cured meats. There's no way Uncle Li's family doesn't have any.
