Kang Li laughed and said, when suddenly, her gaze was attracted to a cluster of familiar leaves. Her fox-like eyes shone brightly as she hurried toward the leaves, "There are wild yams here!"
Luo Yanqing followed behind Kang Li, "You stand aside, I'll dig."
"Uncle, let me do it." Kang Yichen came over, took a small hoe out of his basket, squatted down, and said while digging, "Aunt, the clothes you and uncle are wearing are made of fine fabric, and it would be difficult to wash if they get dirty. For this kind of manual work, it's better for me to do it."
"And me, my clothes aren't afraid of getting dirty."
Kang Yihong, who was picking Chinese dates, called out.
"My clothes also aren't afraid of getting dirty."
