At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,He was slender, with a mole on the corner of his right eye that looked like a drop of red. With that mole as an adornment, he was very handsome.,Chen Erhe shouted boisterously, while Chen Dahe gritted his teeth in anger.。