Zhang Ziwen touched the ticket and looked at his two younger brothers expectantly watching him. He thought for a moment and said, "We have to talk to Mother first before we can use it. Once Mother agrees, I'll take you to eat buns tomorrow morning."
Zhang Guoqing watched them cheerfully jumping around. He left the room, walked slowly to the kitchen, and immediately saw the corn cakes his sister had prepared, sighing.
Zhang Meili saw her brother and happily pulled him over, "Sit down quickly. Mother said Uncle Zhou and the others will leave tomorrow. You should sit for a while, then go back to see if there's anything you can help with. Mother will stay here with me, and we'll chat."
Zhang Guoqing swallowed back his words, finally remembering the warm house, "Sister, how's the preparation for the warm house coming along?"
"There's nothing to prepare, let's talk about it next week."
Zhang Guoqing looked around and asked her suspiciously, "Where's your coal stove?"
