"Come, have a chicken leg, you both take one too."
Zhong Lin placed chicken and a chicken leg into the bowls of the two brothers, Little Zhi and Little Hu.
The two little guys, one eight years old and the other ten, looked lively and spirited.
"You're spoiling them too much!"
Uncle Taro laughed and scolded, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.
"They're just kids, it doesn't matter."
Zhong Lin said with a smile, lifted his porcelain bowl, clinked it with Uncle Taro's, and then took a large gulp.
The taste was not good, somewhat spicy, and mixed with other flavors, but Zhong Lin still drank it all in one gulp.
Uncle Taro also drank happily, taking big gulps.
"Da Linzi, tell me what has happened to you these past two years, why have you changed so much?"
After several rounds of drinks, Uncle Taro finally asked about Zhong Lin's experiences over the years.
