My second maternal grandfather, Zhao Hairen, is over sixty years old this year. He is about 1.75 meters tall, with a sturdy build, a dark red face, thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a large forked mouth.

My second maternal grandmother, Qin Lingdi, was about the same age as me. She was short and stocky, neither fat nor thin, with arched eyebrows and drooping eyes and mouth like her eyebrows. She had a large black mole on the side of her upper lip.

Uncle Zhu is in his early twenties. He is the eldest son of the two, about 1.65 meters tall, and his face is a carbon copy of Qin Lingdi.

Seeing that Li Xiangdong didn't invite them in, Zhao Hairen snorted, "Is this Erzi?"

Zhao Sufeng quickly chimed in, "Yes, Sufang's second son. Xiangdong, why don't you quickly invite your second maternal grandfather inside!"

Li Xiangdong withdrew his gaze and stepped aside, saying, "Second Grandfather, Second Grandmother, Uncle Zhuzi, hurry inside."

Zhao Hairen snorted again, walked into the house without looking to the side, and sat down in a chair with an air of superiority. "Where are my little niece and nephew-in-law?"

"My parents are both out busy."

Zhao Hairen glanced at Li Xiangdong, wondering to himself, if the rumors were really that bad, why hadn't he started preparing tea and water? Why hadn't he gone out to call his parents back?

He stood there like a wooden stake, seemingly oblivious to the rumors circulating outside.

Looking around again, I didn't see anything valuable. It wasn't even as good as my second niece Zhao Sufeng's house, where there were white steamed buns ready on the stove.

Zhao Sufeng was a very clever person. As soon as she saw her second uncle's eyes darting around, she knew something was wrong. She quickly smiled and said to Li Xiangdong, "Xiangdong, go and call your parents back. Your second maternal grandfather's family are very important guests!"