Li Renzhong's wife straightened her clothes, gave her son a look, and then sauntered away.
Although the Li family's house and Zuo Daya's house were next to each other, they were back-to-back neighbors. To get to Zuo Daya's house, one still had to go out and around a few corners.
The wheat grains in the fields had all been gleaned today, so the children didn't have to work. Yuan Si was home alone. 'My mom must be starving after a long day's work,' she thought, 'and she definitely won't get enough to eat at the communal kitchen.' So, when the time came, she stopped cultivating. Instead, she hid in the kitchen to roast a fish, figuring she could cook it early so her mother could eat it as soon as she got back.
She meant well, but she never expected that while she was roasting the fish, someone from the house across the way would return, smell the aroma, and bring trouble to her door.
