Beisitian, as usual, practiced calligraphy during the day when there was nothing to do, herded sheep around four in the afternoon, and did some work in the evening, seemingly completely unaffected by those words.
Luo's house.
The next day, Qin Hongmei found a private moment with Luo Xuhua.
"Huazi, I want to discuss something with you," Qin Hongmei rarely greeted with a smile.
Luo Xuhua, not knowing what was happening, nodded and went to the east room with Qin Hongmei.
Old Mrs. Luo sat cross-legged on the kang, eating vegetable pancakes and thinking about how Beisitian's earnings could buy soft cakes. The pancakes in her mouth tasted bland, and she wished Beisitian could marry over by tomorrow.
"What do you want with me?"
Since Luo Xuhua returned, he hadn't shown much enthusiasm towards Qin Hongmei, always remaining indifferent, but he also didn't start any arguments with her like before.
This was why Qin Hongmei could tolerate this period of time.
