"Huh? What are you waiting by the door for?"
"To go watch the opera! Hurry up! Loads of people have already gone. If we're late, we won't get to see it..."
As Ye Chengyang spoke, he tugged at Lin Xiuqing's hand, trying to drag her outside. He leaned his whole body forward until he was almost at a sixty-degree angle to the ground.
"Hurry up!"
"What's the rush? We've already saved seats. We won't lose them."
"But loads of people have gone! It must be starting soon. Hurry up, hurry up~"
Ye Chengyang was frantic. Everyone else had left, but his parents were still shut in their room, taking their sweet time without the slightest hurry. All that dawdling was so annoying.
He had been sitting outside the door for ages and really wanted to push it open and go in, but Great-Grandma had said he couldn't because his parents were talking inside.
Why couldn't he go in if they were talking? The grown-up world was so complicated.
Lin Xiuqing smiled at her younger son's fidgety impatience. "It's still early. There's another hour before it starts. What's the rush? Everyone just went over early to join the fun because they had nothing to do after eating."
"Are you done with your stuff, then? Let's hurry over too! We're going to be late..."
"We're going right away. What's the rush?"
Ye Yaodong swatted away the little boy's hand that kept tugging at A Qing. "Lock the bedroom first. I'll take him outside."
After locking the bedroom, they still had to lock the front door, then the courtyard gate. They needed several barriers, so even if a thief came, those would buy them some time.
"All right. There's a jar on the stove with pumpkin seeds I roasted this morning. Take it