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Wang Shouzhe's small courtyard is perpetually like spring, with various exotic flowers vying to bloom, creating a breathtaking view.
At this moment, Wang Shouzhe is lounging in a wicker Taishi Chair, tapping a fan in his hand, with a thoughtful expression.
Ever since he traveled through time, he has lived in this small courtyard, not even moving after getting married. His small courtyard and old-fashioned stories have accompanied the growth of generations of children in the family.
"Husband, try these Spirit Crystal Grapes." Liu Ruolan personally peeled a few grapes, feeding them into his mouth with her fair, slender fingers, speaking with a hint of flattery in her tone, "These are a new variety grown by An'er in the Dalara Oasis, specially chilled and sent for us to try, don't let down the child's filial piety."
"Not eating." Wang Shouzhe said haughtily.
