Everything in the small wooden house was operating orderly.
Little Doudou, holding his mother's hand, walked up to Fu Yunhe.
"Uncle, could you stoop down a little?" Doudou looked up, waving his hand at Fu Yunhe, and sweetly called out to him.
Fu Yunhe, with patience, squatted down and asked, "What's up?"
"Um." Doudou's round dumpling-like face nodded vigorously, first pointing to himself, then to his mother.
"Uncle, what should Mom and I do?"
Ji Sisi, who was next to them, heard Doudou's question and curiously squatted down too.
Fu Yunhe saw Ji Sisi's movement and had already stood up, stepping back two steps.
"You guys go pick beans," Fu Yunhe said, and then called over Wang Xiaoxiao.
Now, Xiaoxiao had grown a bit taller, her complexion not so sallow anymore, much improved.
The little girl wasn't so shy either, much more cheerful now.
"Xiaoxiao, take them both to pick beans, we'll make tofu tomorrow."
