Wang Yao drove back home and unloaded the meat he bought from the car.
"Why did you go out to buy so much meat on a rainy day?" Zhang Xiuying asked, "Are you craving meat?"
"A little. San Xian is craving meat too."
"What are we eating first?"
"Why don't we drink some mutton soup?" Wang Yao suggested.
Drinking hot mutton soup was perfect for a rainy day.
"Sure. I'll start to get it ready."
Pitter patter. The rain outside became heavier.
The meat broth was boiling in the cauldron. Soon, the aroma of the mutton wafted through the room.
At noon, Wang Yao drank three big bowls of soup.
"Mmm, it's delicious."
After the rain outside had stopped for the moment, Wang Yao grabbed a huge bag of things while holding an umbrella. He left his house and walked towards the hill.
"Yao, you're still going up the hill in this weather?"