"Uncle, these past few days, someone has to stay at the team office during work hours," Qiao Qingyu repeated her instructions.
"No problem," Qiao Zhiyuan glanced at the time and hurriedly said, "It's time for lunch, let's go home, your aunt said she made pickled cabbage dumplings for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed in hastily. It was Qiao Shengbao, "Dad, Qingyu, the dumplings are ready."
Qiao Zhiyuan arranged for the cashier to stay on duty, then headed home with Qiao Qingyu and Qiao Shengbao. Unexpectedly, they bumped into Qiao Zhihai halfway there.
One should look at someone with new eyes after a mere three days' absence.
Qiao Qingyu stopped in her tracks.
He was clad in a cotton military coat with a wrinkled suit underneath, a cotton hat on his head, and a canvas bag tucked under his arm.
He was even wearing sunglasses.