She paused. Pu Pao already had a sinking feeling. She covered her mouth with her little hands and stared wide-eyed at Juhua. Laishou was grinning and giggling, but Hulu just watched his aunt. He didn't really understand, but he loved being held by her like this, listening to her tell a story.
—"That fool saw the water churning in the irrigation ditch, so he hurriedly put his basket down, then cracked every single egg in it and poured them into the ditch."
"HAHAHA..." Laishou howled with laughter, stomping his feet.
Pu Pao laughed for a moment, then her brow furrowed with worry. "But what happened then? He went home with nothing, so his wife must have been furious with him."
Just as Juhua was about to speak, she heard Mrs. Wang call out joyfully, "Hua'er, your mother's back!"
Sure enough, Qingmu was driving the horse-drawn cart into the courtyard. He called out loudly toward the house, "Hulu, Daddy's home!"
