Li Ye's family lunch was lively, with several tables of men and women laughing, joking, and fooling around for a long while. Even when it was time to leave, no one wanted to part.
Pei Wenhui said resentfully to Wen Leyu, "Sister-in-law, even though we're still in the same city, it's getting harder and harder for us to meet."
Wen Leyu sighed. "You had to grow up someday! Once you have children like me, it'll be even harder. You don't still want things to be like they were at Zaojunmiao, do you?"
"Of course I do."
Pei Wenhui pouted, turned around, and shot Li Dayong a glare. "It's all your fault!"
Li Dayong could only give a foolish chuckle.
What could he say? Pei Wenhui had clearly been the one eager to have a child. If the crops in the field sprouted well, could she blame the farmer for working too hard?
That was just life.
When they were in school, everyone stayed with their best friends every day, calling for drinks, bragging, hanging around internet cafés. Sometimes, after being glued together all day long, they even got sick of the sight of one another.
But once they graduated, even if they still lived in the same city, it was already good enough if they could get together a few times a year.
And once they had children, became wives and mothers, they had even less spare time!
Li Ye did not have much spare time either. He first saw off Jin Peng, Hao Jian, Wang Jianqiang, and the other brothers, who were half-drunk, then turned around and gathered with Pei Wencong, Luo Runbo, and his mother, Fu Guiru.
Topics like mobile phones, clothing, and machinery were hardly worth mentioning in Pei Wencong and Fu Guiru's eyes. Whenever they came