This is a quaint and quiet little village.

It was just after daybreak and smoke was rising from the chimneys of every household. If you listened carefully, you could even hear the hostess calling her family for breakfast.

Soon, the laughter of children could be heard from every alley. Some of them were making plans to catch ice fish or to go ice skating on the lake.

Then an adult from a certain family shouted, "Be careful."

Along the way, I only met a few children.

The moment before, they were still laughing and joking, and the next second, they saw Ye Wan and He Sichen, as if they saw two uninvited guests, and shrank against the wall with a look of vigilance on their faces.

A pair of clear eyes stared at He Sichen and Ye Wan's faces without blinking.

When he reached the end of the village, Ye Wan turned around and saw He Sichen talking to those children.

I don't know what he said, but the children all smiled brightly.

Then, He Sichen took out a handful of candy from his pocket.

Those were the mints at the hotel front desk, but in the eyes of the village children, they seemed to be coated with gold and turned into good things from the city.

Even so, the children were not greedy and each took one.

"Sister Wan..."

Walking back to Ye Wan, He Sichen's face turned pale, "I can understand their dialect."

The big boy's eyes were full of anxiety, as if there was a black hole in front of him.

If he takes a step forward, even he himself cannot tell what will happen.

"I understand that, too."

Ye Wan smiled and patted He Sichen on the head. "You have lived in Licheng for so many years. I would find it strange if you don't understand."

“Let’s go…”

Ye Wan turned around and patted the black wooden door that was mottled with time. "Hello, is anyone there?"

"Here it comes..."

A voice was heard from the yard, and a woman with yellow and dark complexion who looked like an old woman but was actually middle-aged opened the door.

"Auntie, is there any place to eat nearby? A small restaurant or a small store or something like that."

Ye Wan asked with a bright smile.

A beautiful girl with a smile brighter than the morning sun.

While talking, he touched his stomach intentionally or unintentionally, and you could tell at a glance that he was hungry.

The woman shook her head. "You can only eat in town."

The woman rubbed her hands in embarrassment. "If you don't mind, you can come to my house and eat something. I just made breakfast."

"Is it really possible?"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she reached out to pull the older boy who had been slow to speak, "Achen, come on, thank you, auntie!"

"Thanks."

The dull male voice couldn't resist the handsome face. The woman smiled and stepped aside to invite the two men in, while shouting, "His father, his father, there are guests at home."

Licheng is home to a large population of ethnic minorities; even nine out of ten fashionable passers-by in the city center are from ethnic minorities.

Not to mention this small village with simple folk customs.

When Ye Wan and He Sichen entered the room, the honest-looking man at the table stood up awkwardly and put away the pipe in his hand.

"You guys...are here for tourism, right?"

The man asked, but his hands were not idle. He carried two chairs from the small room next to him and placed them next to the square table.

On the other side, the woman had already served out two bowls of golden mung bean and millet porridge.

On the table, there was a plate of last night's leftovers and a plate of chopped and mixed kohlrabi with red oil that had just been taken out of the jar.

"Are you starving? You guys eat first..."

The woman put down the bowl of porridge and turned back into the kitchen. The sizzling sound of oil was accompanied by the aroma wafting up.

A few minutes later, the woman came out again with two plates in her hands.

Golden scrambled eggs with green onions.

And a thick stack of golden, slightly burnt potato pancakes.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly..."

The woman was enthusiastic and humble, picked up a piece of pancake with chopsticks and handed it to Ye Wan.

But when his eyes fell on the yellow and black chopsticks in his hand, he shuddered.

Ye Wan had already reached out to take it, "Can I eat it with my hands?"

"Yes, yes, of course."

The woman's smile became even brighter.

(End of this chapter)