"How are the chickens at Yeye's household doing these past few days with their hatching?" Lian Manman asked.
"Just heard from your Third Aunt-in-law, she said ten have already hatched." Lady Zhang spoke as she picked up a needle and thread, climbing onto the kang.
"My brother's?" Lian Manman glanced at the shoe sole in Lady Zhang's hand; it seemed to be Wu Lang's.
"Hmm." Lady Zhang rubbed the needle against her hair and began stitching the sole under the sunlight, "In another two days, your brother should be back, right?"
Wu Lang had been gone for several days, and Lady Zhang fretted over him countless times each day. At mealtime, she wondered whether Wu Lang was eating at the same time, whether the food suited his tastes, and whether he was going hungry. At bedtime, she worried aloud too. Nearly every conversation at home would inevitably lead to mentions of Wu Lang.
