The boy's voice was crisp and clear. His almond-shaped eyes caused Su Binglan's heart to soften. Moreover, the boy looked thin, and she could tell he was malnourished. Her heart ached for him.
Just then, someone came out with a walking stick. "Xiaoxi, who's there?"
Lin Yishi struggled to come out. When Lin Xiaoxi saw his father, he threw down his ladle and said, "Be careful, Father. There's a beautiful lady and a man at the door."
Lin Xiaoxi was sensible, even though he was a child. He knew to support his father so that he would not fall. He was scooping water to wash the vegetables when Su Binglan arrived.
Although he was only seven, he knew how to do many things. He fed the chickens, washed the vegetables, and made a fire.
Lin Yishu patted his son's head and said, "All right, I'll greet them."
He was stunned when he looked out the door and saw General Ji Xingye. The former thought he was hallucinating, stuttering, "G-General Xingye."
