Lin Lan scooped some rice husks, tore up some vegetable leaves, chopped them fine, and mixed them into the chicken feeder. As she came out, she heard the voices of Yang Liying and Little Douzi.
She smiled and went up to them. "Third Sister, you're here?"
"Yeah!" Yang Liying said with a smile. "Wait here for a bit. Little Douzi and I will be back soon."
"Alright!" Lin Lan handed Yang Liying the firecrackers, incense, and candles she had prepared. "Be careful. Don't set the woods on fire."
"Don't worry!" Yang Liying took the items, tucked them into her satchel, and led Little Douzi by the hand toward the Yang family's burial ground. "Little Douzi, is Uncle Xiangyang nice to you?"
Little Douzi nodded without hesitation. "Yes, he is! Uncle Xiangyang is the best!"
Yang Liying hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then why don't you call him 'Dad'?"
Little Douzi looked up at her. "I don't like 'Dad.' I like Uncle Xiangyang!"
'Oh, Youngest Brother, what a mess have you made?'
