Some young trees bloomed, while some old trees sprouted new buds.
"Hey, I've noticed there's always an old man at Second Aunt's place. He stays there all day, and the two of them chat away so happily. Do you think... there's something going on between them?"
Simei had practically buried her face in her bowl, yet she still mumbled her gossip.
"You're so busy already, and you still have time to visit Second Aunt?" Sanli looked at her dear younger sister in surprise.
"It's not far, just a few steps away. When I came back today, I stayed at Second Aunt's for half an hour. That old man was there drinking water, and as soon as I showed up, they both got really awkward. Actually, that old man used to be there too—I just never noticed. But over the past year or so, it's been feeling stranger and stranger. Their relationship must be warming up."
"Why do I feel like you still have so much free time?" Yicheng frowned. "Don't be like those gossiping women, talking about other people all day."
Simei muttered unwillingly, "But she's our Second Aunt. Can't I care about her?"
"Sure, absolutely. Some people just have to stick their noses into everything—this, that, everything." Old Qiao drank his liquor, stirring up trouble as usual. He always liked giving Yicheng a bit of a hard time.
"Shufang hasn't had it easy either. Her children are all grown now, and Zhiqiang's been gone for years. It'd be good for her to find someone. Why didn't I find someone? Because you lot dragged me down back then. The moment anyone heard I had a bunch of burdens like you at home, no matter how good they were, they wouldn't dare live with me."
Erqiang gave an "Oh?" "So from