Qian Wu also went up and poked the pheasant in his hands, and then said, “Older Brother Zhao Han, can you give me a few of this pheasant’s feathers? My younger sister is always pestering me to make a feathered shuttlecock for her…”

Little Shitou didn’t give him any face and laughed, “Weren’t you the one who boasted that you could catch pheasants? You have exaggerated so much that you don’t know how to fix it, right? So you’re asking for Brother Zhao Han’s help now…”

“You stinky rock [1]! Can’t you give your older brother some face? I’m two years older than you after all. Don’t you know that you need to respect the old and the wise!” Qian Wu cried angrily. The two little kids began to fight in jest again and appeared very lively.

“Father, we’re back!” Before Little Shitou entered the door, he had shouted excitedly as if he was afraid that others wouldn’t know about his ‘triumphant’ return.

Yu Hai, who was immersed in weaving bamboo baskets in the courtyard, heard the noise in front of the door and looked up in surprise, “Xiaowen, Xiaowu, Hanzi, why are you guys here? Xiaolian, quickly get seats for the guests…”

Qian Wen gently prevented Yu Hai from standing up and smiled, “Uncle Dahai, there’s no need. Xiaowu and I are going back now. Xiaocao, where...