He Fusheng had to go to the fields in the afternoon and was sitting in the yard organizing his farm tools.
Liang Xiuzhu was in the kitchen helping him prepare water and fruit to take to the field.
"He Fusheng!" Liu Qiaoqiao knocked on the door, pushed it open, and walked in. Seeing He Fusheng busy in the yard, she plastered a smile on her face and said, "Fusheng, it seems like my chimney is blocked. It won't vent outside and the smoke is pouring into the house. Could you take a look for me?"
He Fusheng had heard Liu Qiaoqiao cursing all morning in the yard and understood the situation thoroughly.
"No!" he promptly refused.
"What? No?" Liu Qiaoqiao raised an eyebrow, ready to lose her temper, but remembering she was asking for a favor, she softened her tone, "Why not? Come on, we're neighbors. Even if we have conflicts and frictions, once they're over, they're over. Let's not dwell on them, okay?"
"Hmph." He Fusheng sneered.
