Gong Ruini was yawning, holding a saline bottle in her hand, leaning against Gong Ruwen, feeling much warmer.
Cai Meina was also holding a saline bottle, "The Northeast is still the best."
It's not just quiet, but comfortable too. Lying on the kang bed for a long time isn't a problem. We've got fruits and fruit wine, so we never feel parched or anything like that.
When you get to the South, it doesn't feel too dry, but it can't stop being too cold. It's so cold that even Cai Meina, a native Southerner, finds it hard to bear.
"I don't know if your dad is coming back." Cai Meina didn't think Gong Zhuang or Gong Qiang would be of any use; they'd run away faster than anyone if you ask them to help.
Right, Gong Ruini suddenly thought of a serious problem: Gong Qiang and his brother have to go to work, only their old father doesn't have to work, so wouldn't he have to accompany Gong Dajiang all day?
