As soon as Zhang Guoqing and his family entered the house, having been there for less than half an hour, a group of young boys and girls ran into the yard, joyously shouting at the sight of Little Ping'an.
Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang, seeing the string of grandchildren before them, smiled so broadly that their eyes squinted and their mouths couldn't close.
Zhou Jiao watched them gathered together, laughing and joking, and pulled on Zhang Guoqing's sleeve. The two quietly slipped away to the west wing to see what was missing in the kitchen.
There wasn't a bit of leftover food in the two large pots in the kitchen. Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing weren't surprised at all; knowing Mother Zhang's nature, she wouldn't waste a single grain of food.
