As the mother and her two sons reached the courtyard gate, they could hear the pigs in the pen squealing. When they stepped inside, they saw chicken droppings scattered all over the yard.
Wang Zhilin wrinkled his nose. "Mom, look. You've only been gone a few days, and the yard is already dirtier than the pigsty!"
Hearing their voices, Wang Zemin walked out of the kitchen, his face dark. "What are you waiting for? Get in here and make dinner. And cook the pig feed and feed the pigs."
Yang Liqun gave him a cool glance, then said to her sons, "Zhixue, go pick some chard and cook the pig feed. Zhilin, go sweep the pigsty, and the courtyard too. I have something to say to your father."
"Okay!" the brothers agreed and headed for the kitchen.
Only then did Yang Liqun turn to look at Wang Zemin. "Go to the main room. I need to talk to you."
