"Brother Xiaohao, come in quickly for dinner!" Zhang Ting'er greeted Zhang Xiaohao with a smile, pulling out a chair for him to sit.
"You sit too." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile, pulling out a chair for her as well.
"Okay." Zhang Ting'er nodded, blushing.
"Xiaohao, don't just stand there. Eat quickly! If you wait too long, the food will get cold." Xiao Hu's mother called out.
"Everyone eat together." Zhang Xiaohao nodded with a smile.
Picking up his chopsticks, he began to eat.
"By the way, Xiaohao, why did you decide to sell the paintings?" Xiao Hu's mother asked curiously.
"It's something I had on my mind. Besides, the paintings are just sitting at home, unused, so I might as well sell them to help with household expenses." replied Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmm!" Xiao Hu's mother nodded.
The table full of dishes was devoured amidst laughter and chatter.
Zhang Xiaohao had just put down his chopsticks when he took out a bamboo stem and handed it to Xiao Hu's father.
