Jiang Xinyu grabbed Qu Xiaoli's hand, "Sister-in-law, I won't stand on ceremony with you, so please don't feel out of place."
In the end, Qu Xiaoli left with a basin of chestnuts.
Jiang Xinyu placed these sweet potatoes on the windowsill; they must be the best ones Qu Xiaoli picked and brought over.
The villagers are honest and simple, and this is the best way to get along.
Seeing the fire is almost out, she picked up two sweet potatoes and tossed them into the stove.
The house was already warm, and the two children slept very soundly.
Sitting beside them, she didn't feel like reading, it's straining on the eyes. She turned on the radio, never realizing that the melodious tunes of the Peking opera could sound quite pleasing.
Waiting for the sweet aroma of sweet potatoes to waft over, she took a candle outside, sat in front of the stove eating the sweet potatoes.
Sister-in-law Liu, Du Fenglian, cried alone at night as she hurried toward the Wei Family.
