Zhang Huai laughed. "You're talking big! How can they compare? In knowledge, character, or cleverness in a fight? Let me tell you, don't even think about comparing your son to Sanshun's boy in swimming, or to Zhao Feng, the youngest son of Mr. Zhao San, our Third Uncle, in fighting. Don't try to compare him with Hulu in steadiness and patience. As for our Banli? I'm afraid your Xian'er can't hold a candle to his cleverness."
Juhua smiled at his words. "Keep bragging, you're his father after all. Banli is just mischievous, not clever," she thought.
Li Changyu couldn't help but laugh. "If we compare like that, he really can't match up."
After bustling about, the large group made their way back to the village in a lively crowd. Upon reaching the riverbank in front of the Zhang family's home, the two groups had to part ways.
Wan'er held Juhua's hand. "Juhua, come to my house when you have time and chat with me."
