It's already dark, and Zhong Dalong, who went to the Village Chief's house, hasn't returned yet.
This made Xiaoxiao's mother a bit worried, and she couldn't help but ask, "Old man, why hasn't Dalong returned yet?"
Old Zhong, sitting there, was actually anxious inside, but when his wife asked, he pretended to be calm and said, "What's the rush? He'll be back soon. Go heat up the food, so we don't have to make it when he returns."
"Dad, I'll do it." Dalong's wife agreed quickly and went to the kitchen.
"Such a big matter, how can I not be anxious?" Xiaoxiao's mother said.
Listening to the elderly couple's conversation, Xiaoxiao could see all of her mother's worries written on her face. Although Old Zhong didn't show it on the surface, his body was moving, as if something was growing under him—he couldn't sit still, showing his inner concern as well.
Xiaoxiao spoke up, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, it's already so late and he hasn't returned; there must be a lot of people signing up."
