"No need, we'll do it ourselves." The tall boy scratched his head, "I'm Luo Xiaoxin, this is my brother Luo Xiaomao. We live in that courtyard, you've seen us, but maybe Brother Ma didn't notice."
Today, since the Yang Family's old residence was holding a funeral, the school had a day off. The two of them helped their big sister with chores, but got distracted and almost lost the bucket.
"Come on, it's no big deal." Ma Laiwang picked up the bucket. He knew the house, it belonged to Yang Ruxin, and apparently someone was living there who was a distant relative or something.
In the small courtyard, the stove in the main room was burning brightly, making it very warm. A pot was simmering on the stove, boiling a big bone broth, filling the room with a pleasant aroma.
Luo Da and Luo Er were lying on the lounge chairs, both very weak, kept alive only by Dao Xuzi's medicinal soup.
