"Just like a little milk bunny."
With fierce milk.
Can't even make osmanthus cake, can this really threaten anyone?
As she thought about it, she chuckled out loud, and responded cooperatively, "No need to thank me."
…
Probably because there were many people, the house was built in just a month or two. Not only was the house completed, but the road was also repaired, extending half a mile out to the village entrance.
Ahem, the real reason wasn't to benefit the village, but to make it easier for Lin Qiao, who was pregnant, to walk.
The year-end was approaching, and heavy snow was falling, accumulating in thick layers.
Pregnant Lin Qiao couldn't even leave the house, obediently sitting in the living room warming herself while watching Song Ling practice calligraphy.
She tapped on the table, Song Ling stopped writing, compared his work to the book, noticed he had written an extra stroke, and quickly crossed out the incorrect character and wrote the correct one below it.
