This was Yuan Si's first time really meeting this third sister. Her first impression was good—much better than that of her second sister, Li Yuan'ai. The third sister resembled their mother a little, but probably from toiling in the fields every day, she looked older than her age. She didn't look like someone who was just thirty; Yuan Si thought people would believe it if you said she was forty.
Suddenly, she felt several pairs of eyes sizing her up. She subtly glanced toward the source of the stares. In the doorway of the mud-and-thatch house, a line of small heads was squeezed together, stacked from top to bottom.
By then, the mother and daughter next to her had finished their affectionate greetings. Li Yuanshan took her little sister's hand and said with a smile, "Little Si, this is your first time at Third Sister's house. Do you still recognize me?"
"I do." Yuan Si nodded.
