Song Kuang stood meekly at the iron gate, rubbing his hands. "Kexin, is Ms. You'ai home?"
Song Kuang's wife kicked her husband hard, disgusted with him for being so clueless.
"Kexin, we're here to see Uncle and Aunt Song, and also to thank Ms. You'ai."
"Mom, it smells like braised pork." The tall, heavyset boy trailing behind the couple took a few deep sniffs of the fragrant air, his eyes suddenly lighting up with delight.
Seeing this, Song Kexin quickly blocked the doorway, preventing them from entering. "What do you want? Thank us for what? My grandparents aren't home."
"Honestly, this child..." A look of displeasure crossed the face of Song Kuang's wife. "We're not here to see you. Move aside, move aside."
"Mom, I want meat." Song Jiabao, smelling the waves of fragrant meat in the air, boomed in a thick voice, "Braised pork!" He was practically drooling.
