Bai Jiaojiao knew where Bai Shibao worked. Bai Shibao had to push Bai Zhiman around very slowly. She had already finished her work, but the two of them hadn't arrived yet.

She and Bai Shibao agreed to meet at the back door of the blacksmith's shop.

Yan Xingmin's family and their apprentice lived in the backyard of the blacksmith's shop. Some employees who lived far away also slept there; it was a rather informal dormitory.

It was time to start work, and Bai Jiaojiao waited at the back door for a long time without anyone noticing.

"Third brother, father!"

Bai Jiaojiao waited until noon before they finally arrived.

She took two steps forward to greet him, and Bai Shibao was already covered in sweat from exhaustion.

"Third brother, have some water."

Bai Jiaojiao always kept a bottle of water in her bicycle basket. Bai Shibao glanced at it, but felt embarrassed to share a bottle with his sister: "No need."

Bai Shibao had the key, so he led them into the courtyard.

"You still know how to come back? Do you even know what time it is?"

Yan Xingmin was right there in the backyard, and without even lifting his eyelids, he started cursing.

Not hearing Bai Shibao respond, he looked up and immediately saw Bai Zhiman in the wheelchair.

After a moment of hesitation, he didn't recognize her: "Oh my, it's been so many years since I've seen you, brother. Is this the wife you're arranging for Shibo?"

"Don't you have eyes? She's my little daughter!"

Bai Zhiman didn't give Yan Xingmin a friendly look from the start. Yan Xingmin carefully examined Bai Jiaojiao and noticed that if she were a bit darker-skinned, she would indeed resemble Bai Shibao somewhat: "Brother, why are you talking so rudely? How's your leg? It's been so many years. Come in and talk."