After dinner, An Ning continued her research.
Lin Cuihua and her daughter-in-law, Zhou Guifen, hurried to finish their work, making use of the last bit of daylight.
The task of washing the dishes fell to An Guoming. As for An Guoqing and An Sancheng, Lin Cuihua didn't dare let them handle it.
Those two were the type to break eleven bowls if you gave them ten.
As the sky grew dark, those working inside also stopped. It was simply too dark to see.
An Ning, who was in the shed outside, missed having electricity for the first time.
"I'm back!"
An Guoping's voice arrived before he did. He jogged into the courtyard, threw down his schoolbag, and went to wash his hands.
"I'm starving!" he yelled as he washed.
"The food's in the pot for you."
Lin Cuihua took An Guoping's schoolbag and tried it on. The corner of her mouth twitched in disdain.
"It's no good. Not as good as ours."
"Mom, let me see."
