Though it's winter, the streets and alleyways are still lively.
They only set out to return when the marketplace was almost over, and by then the wooden cart was already filled to the brim, mostly with food prepared for tomorrow's family reunion banquet.
Throughout the journey, Qinghe hardly spoke.
An Ning is more attentive, so she noticed this more than An Dafu did.
As they approached the village, An Ning asked, "Qinghe, Aunt Qiu might be at my house right now, do you want to come over?"
Qinghe smiled, "I won't go, I'll first go home."
After speaking, Qinghe glanced at An Dafu, "Dad, I'm going home?"
"Alright, go on, be careful on the way. If your mom isn't home, feel free to come over." An Dafu said.
"Okay, I got it." With that, Qinghe smiled and left.
Once home, Lu Xiu parked the wooden cart in the yard and went back to the farm.
