The oblivious He Liping was nearly met with a locked door. Even with a key, he couldn't open the main gate. It was clearly bolted from the inside, which meant someone was home.
"Little Sanzi!"
Shen Weimin jumped.
'Is that really Brother He Ping?'
Thankfully, the door opened. Seeing that nothing disastrous seemed to have happened, Shen Weimin relaxed and teased, "What brings you here at this hour? I was just wondering who could be so thoughtless.
It's still drizzling, and it's the middle of the workday. What are you doing, man? You look like a drowned rat. Did you really ride your bike all the way over here just for this?"
"Cut the crap. A colleague just got back from the countryside. Here, take this." He Liping handed him a sopping wet fertilizer bag. "She's not being difficult with you, is she?"
"Not at all. My wife is very reasonable. Let's talk inside. Whoa, what a haul! Such big soft-shelled turtles! Why'd you bring them all here? Did you save any for my uncle?"
