Waiting was always torture. It took the father and his two sons to hold Wang Caiyue back, just to stop her from running over first thing in the morning.
For the sake of this one meeting, they had even taken the day off from all their jobs. They washed up, put on clean clothes, and quietly waited for the appointed time.
Their neighbor, Granny Li, saw the whole family sitting in a neat row by their front door. Leaning on her cane, she asked curiously, "None of you are going to work today?"
The old woman had lived on this street for decades and walked down it every day, so she was very familiar with everyone's circumstances.
This family were all refugees from a famine. If they missed even a single day of work, they might go hungry, so this was highly unusual.
Wang Caiyue puffed out her chest. "Granny Li, we'll be going home soon. We probably won't be coming back to this place ever again."
