Song Sancheng honestly went to the kitchen, turned and saw Qiaoqiao carrying porridge and buns, couldn't help but ponder:
"Qiaoqiao, how about cooking a bowl of dumplings?"
"Huh?" The honest kid looked at the time: "But it's already almost nine o'clock. If we eat dumplings now, what about lunch?"
That's true, Song Sancheng wandered around aimlessly and ended up helping carry dishes to the living room.
Hey, the son-in-law is here! He has quite a few issues with his new car, but no one to discuss them with! And he wants to put on car film; can the son-in-law say a few words about it?
...
The heavy rain didn't start to taper off until past ten, yet Song Sancheng was particularly delighted: "This rain is good! Once it's fully soaked, we won't have to worry about drought, and the pond water can rise."
Looking at the forecast again: "Tomorrow is light rain, and the day after tomorrow it's moderate rain..."
