In Lihua Village, an electric light glowed in the main room. To save electricity, everyone was gathered close together.
Zhang Dazhuang was focused on carving a floral pattern into a piece of wood he held. Zhang Su and Zhang Kai crowded around, watching with great interest. As he watched, Zhang Kai clicked his tongue in amazement. "I can't believe Grandpa's so skilled! He can even carve flowers into wood."
"Yeah," Zhang Su added, his voice a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Why haven't you ever shown us this skill before, Grandpa?"
