Boss Chang's tasting meeting ultimately turned into a micro-business gathering and wrapped up hastily.
Meanwhile, as night fell, Lao Song's family was enjoying a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
By the end of May, mosquitoes had started appearing, but fortunately, the house had an abundance of Ai Cao this year. Wu Lan had already cut several bundles to hang around before the Dragon Boat Festival—
She always believed that it was thanks to the Ai Cao that there were no mosquitoes in the house last year at this time.
Song Tan kept his accomplishments and glory to himself, just letting her be happy.
At this moment, with their appetites satisfied, Song Sancheng was feeling energized: "Let's go play at the square."
What to play?
Song Sancheng was full of conviction: "This is something our family donated to the village, aren't we allowed to stroll around there more often?"
In middle age, brimming with confidence, there was no need for him to express his pride and thoughts.
