After thinking things through, Mu Shuangshuang felt sleepy and was about to go to bed when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Mu Shuangshuang asked.
"Shuangshuang, it's me!"
It was Fengzi's voice.
Mu Shuangshuang was surprised and got up from the bed, opened the door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.
Lu Yuanfeng stood at the door, wearing a single coat and holding a handful of winter jujubes in his hands.
Before Mu Shuangshuang could react, the winter jujubes were already in her hands.
"Where did you get these winter jujubes?" Mu Shuangshuang asked.
"That winter jujube tree behind the village, I just went to pick them. I didn't have time during the day, so I thought of it and just went to pick them," Lu Yuanfeng said with a smile.
With a smile, he pulled at the scratches made by the tree branches on his face.
Although it wasn't painful enough to make a grimace, the expression on his face still changed slightly.
