"Xiao, Xiaowan, you, you all..."
In the dim light, Uncle Sala leaned against the door frame, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the three, then settled on He Sichen.
Staring unblinkingly at He Sichen, a glimmer appeared in Uncle Sala's eyes.
"His dad..."
The woman eating watermelon inside sensed something was off, wiped her mouth, and lifted the curtain as she walked out.
Then, with a face full of surprise, she looked at Ye Wan, "Xiaowan, is that you? Why are you arriving so late? Come in, come in..."
"Ah Gui, quickly, go get the watermelon that's in the well... Xiaowan, you've been on the road for a while, right? Are you hungry? Come in quickly..."
The genuine hospitality and enthusiasm were unmistakable. The woman swiftly tidied up the table, set up small stools, and invited Ye Wan and the two others to sit, then turned and rushed into the kitchen.
Inside the house, Uncle Sala hesitantly looked at He Sichen, "You, you are..."
