The clucking of chickens and ducks came to an end as the food in Feng Xiaohua's hands was thrown to the ground.
The whole courtyard was filled with poultry scrambling for food, looking very lively.
Mu Shuangshuang watched her feeding the chickens and ducks, thinking that she would do the same in the future, carrying a tub of chicken feed to raise their family's thirty-plus chickens in the courtyard.
Mu Shuangshuang kept standing outside the courtyard, observing Feng Xiaohua.
Indeed, she was like her name, resembling a small flower. Though her skin wasn't particularly fair, it certainly wasn't dark either, with distinctive features and a delicate oval face that gave off a particularly pleasant feeling.
No wonder her grandmother would say that if Feng Xiaohua became her daughter-in-law, she would be treated like a treasure in the family.
Suitable for both the living room and the kitchen, if she truly became her sixth uncle's wife, her uncle would be quite lucky.
