Zhou Jiao handed him a cup of tea. This honest man had been talking for so long, wasn't he afraid of getting thirsty?
"Thank you, little sister." Miao Zhicheng happily smiled at her and then turned his gaze to Lin Lishan. Wow! How did his aunt give birth to such a beautiful sister?
"It's okay to talk later. Are you hungry?"
Miao Zhicheng shook his head, "I just had a bowl of noodles earlier, so I'm fine."
"You silly child!"
"Aunt, I have to talk to you about serious matters first."
Lin Lishan smiled and nodded. This nephew was nothing like Lin Dingsheng and the others, but she still found this kid likable.
"Aunt, it's fortunate you didn't go back first. The last time people from the county came with gongs and drums making a fuss, it was unbelievable. They said my grandfather was a martyr and wanted to posthumously honor him. But it's not ancient times. My father and I went to the county the next day to refuse.
