With a beauty in her arms, Zhu Zhuqing was utterly speechless. After just a few days apart, Xiao Wu seemed to have put on a little more weight.
And Tang San was actually that happy just because Old Jack had brought him some rice balls. Was that really necessary? Were the rice balls that delicious? Just look at the way he was eating-honestly!
Inside the three-bedroom, two-living-room, two-bathroom suite, the four of them were dividing the spoils.
Zhu Zhuqing had brought quite a haul this time: fruit, sauced meat jerky, and glutinous rice cakes from Douluo Village; several dozen rice balls and some rice crust from Holy Soul Village for Tang San; heart-shaped vegetable biscuits made by Holy Soul Village's village chief; and new shoes that Old Jack, the village chief, had bought for Tang San.
Xiao Wu was unhappy. Pouting, she expressed ten thousand objections. "Hmph! Why isn't there anything for me?"
Zhu Zhuqing generously set aside half and gave it to her, though the shoes Old Jack had brought for Tang San ended up in that pile too.
"Hahaha! Old Jack can actually make shoes?"
Xiao Wu held up the canvas shoes and roared with laughter. The stitching was obviously very rough, and the soles did not quite match the uppers. The soles were black, while the cloth above was an earthy brown. They looked a little old-fashioned.
Tang San's eyes, however, grew moist. Throughout all his years in Holy Soul Village, Grandpa Jack had always helped him out. He was like Tang San's own grandfather, providing padded coats in winter and buying him food in summer. His own father had never looked after him for even a minute.
He clearly remembered the year he turned four. His family had been so poor that their empty pockets practically