"She's here, at this moment in the inner room; I'll go call her out," said the village chief's wife, who promptly went inside to fetch the person. Erhu and his wife were now very busy people. Each time they visited it was for important matters, and she would dare not delay; otherwise, she would surely face her husband's scolding.
"Erhu's wife has arrived; I'll be right out. Brew some of our good tea leaves, and remember we still have some fruits? Bring those as well," the village chief instructed as he put on his clothes, remembering that the good tea leaves they had at home were all gifts from Erhu's family.
Lin Youfu's little grandson was playing around and frowned upon hearing his grandparents' words. Being the youngest in the family, his older brother Zhao Mingfeng, who usually studies at school, wouldn't compete with him, so the delicacies at home were often for him. "No, you can't bring those out. Those are mine; you can't give them to anyone else."