Looking at the sky, Zhang Guoqing was also eager to go home. The village hadn't finished work in the morning, so if he rushed back now, he could still help. Pushing the door open, Zhang Guoqing shouted for his mom, and Mother Zhang responded loudly. After the two finished their ordinary shouts, they burst into laughter. Fortunately, apart from Zhou Jiao who was in postpartum confinement and their clueless son, no one was at home.
"Mom, what are you doing? I bought a bunch of stuff; aren't you going to take a look? Take a break first, I'll handle it later."
Mother Zhang came out from the backyard and rolled her eyes at Zhang Guoqing, "What's up? Take the stuff to your own room so that those shallow-eyed ones won't get tempted and sneak it away."
