Ming Zhiyan had poured himself another cup of tea, the scene quieted down once again. Old Man Jian and Jian Dalang nervously held each other's hands, not knowing what to say.
Ming Zhiyan was not a talkative person, he looked at the two nervous people in front of him and once again brought up the topic, "Old Man, this house of yours is very impressive."
Speaking of houses, Old Man Jian was very proud. That pride instantly overcame his restraint, "Of course! This is the only one in our Jian Family village! This is all thanks to Big Sister. You saw it a month ago, right? We were still living in that leaky thatched hut! Bis Sister is so smart. She sold mushrooms, then sold stewed meat, which slowly made our family better. We ate meat every meal, and now we have a brick house! Everyone in the village praised me for raising a good granddaughter!"
