"How's little sister doing now?" Xu Nianji jumped out of the car and instinctively looked around for Xu Nianhua.
"She's all better now, the wound on her head is healed, her foot's fine too, she can walk and jump." Xu Nian'an cleared his throat, looking at the factory gate right in front of him, but he didn't really dare to go in.
"Mom, I'm home!"
Xu Nianhua rushed into the factory and threw herself straight into Ji Ying's arms.
Ji Ying was just sun-drying a batch of freshly washed glass bottles. When she saw her daughter, her face lit up with joy—she knew her son and daughter would come home today, but had no idea exactly when.
"Let me take a look at you, you've lost weight." Ji Ying looked her daughter up and down, touched her face, and said, "I killed a chicken today, you need to eat well and get your strength back."
Xu Nianhua: "..."
Can I not eat chicken?
