Zhao Youcai had already finished eating and was sitting to one side, wrapping puttees around his calves.
Seeing this, Zhao Jun shook his head and thought, 'They're all just a bunch of addicts.'
Zhao Youcai glanced up at Zhao Jun and asked flatly, "What are you up so early for?"
Zhao Jun smiled. "I have to go check the gall traps I set before the New Year."
"Hmph." Zhao Youcai snorted, climbing off the edge of the kang. He stomped his feet, then picked up a nearby mug and took a gulp of water.
Just then, the door to the Zhao family's house was pulled open from the outside, and Li Dayong walked in, bringing a blast of cold air with him.
"Uncle Li."
Li Dayong grunted an absentminded reply, strode into the inner room, and greeted Wang Meilan. "Eating, Meilan?"
"Oh, Dayong! Have you eaten? If not..."
Wang Meilan was just being polite, about to ask him to join them if he hadn't eaten yet.
