Zhang Guoqing looked at the pile of luggage on the ground and quickly advised, "Mom, just bring your clothes. I've prepared everything else."
"So many relatives; you kids don't understand. Go chat with them nicely. I've got a plan."
Zhang Guoqing glanced outside, then leaned in to whisper to Mother Zhang, "It's too much. They think our family is wealthy. We've distributed enough hunted game to relatives, and it's too hot—if we marinate any more, it'll spoil easily."
Mother Zhang hesitated for a moment, then decided to listen to her youngest son.
In the living room, Zhang Meili looked at Mother Zhang with tears in her eyes, "Mom, don't stay away once you've gone."
Zhang Guofu and Zhang Guoqiang laughed heartily at her.
Off to the side, Xi Zi was sweating with anxiety. Why have Grandpa and Grandma forgotten he's the eldest grandson? He had even talked to his teacher about starting school a bit late.
