"Dad, are you in the inner room?"
Zhang the Second shouted for his father as soon as he entered the courtyard with a newspaper in hand.
In early November in the Northeast, the weather was already very cold, and the curtain had long been hung in the county courtyard's living room doorway.
Before Father Zhang came out, his voice had already attracted Mother Zhang.
She lifted the curtain, waved him over, and gestured toward the west room.
Zhang the Second raised an eyebrow, "Got guests?"
"Your Uncle Chen is in the inner room chatting with your dad."
The Uncle Chen she mentioned was Zhang Meihao's father-in-law and her old family friend.
Zhang the Second knowingly smiled, "Isn't Uncle Chen staying at home entertaining his little granddaughter? How could he bear to come over?"
