Lin Xiangyin couldn't help laughing when she saw them.
"Look at these two children. Even a real sister and brother might not look this alike, would they?"
"They really do look alike."
Jiang Wanrong chuckled, then looked toward the carriage and said with a smile, "The braised pork hocks are ready. If you don't eat them now, there won't be any left."
The next instant, the two sound sleepers shot upright and said in perfect unison, "Where are the braised pork hocks?"
"Hahaha, what a pair of silly children."
Lin Xiangyin burst out laughing, and everyone around her, young and old, joined in.
"Sixth Sister, Seventh Brother, don't tell anyone you're from the Jiang Family when you go out. You're too embarrassing."
Once Jiang Heng had laughed enough, he couldn't resist teasing the pair who looked like mirror images of each other.
But Jiang Yourning's mouth wasn't just for decoration. Once fully awake, she hopped out of the carriage and gave Jiang Heng a sweet smile.
"Fourth Brother, isn't that the man who retreated fifty paces laughing at the one who retreated a hundred? I remember Third Brother telling you a few days ago not to say you were from the Jiang Family when you went out. What did you do?"
Little Wukong immediately raised his hand beside them, eager to answer first.
"I know! Fourth Brother's pet caterpillar died, so he asked me to recite the Rebirth Mantra for it. He gave it a grand burial, put up a gravestone, and burned paper offerings. He cried like pear blossoms drenched in rain."
"That really happened?"
Everyone present except Lin Xiangyin was holding back laughter so hard they looked as though they were having seizures.
"Seventh Brother, you promised to keep my secret!!!"
Jiang Heng stamped his foot at Little