Zhong Lanhua grumbled as she entered the door, seeing there was no firewood in the yard, her anger soared, and she rushed into the room to find Jiang Yihuan.
Jiang Yihuan was combing her hair.
She had washed her hair and needed to apply the best osmanthus hair ointment so that her hair would emit a pleasant osmanthus fragrance.
When Zhong Lanhua pushed the door open, she looked over in confusion, "Mother, what's wrong?"
"That Zhang Dachun next door hasn't brought us firewood again, are you just going to let it slide? Without firewood, how are we supposed to cook?" Zhong Lanhua said unhappily, "If he won't bring it, you need to get it yourself. Whether it's sweet-talking him into doing it or doing it yourself, it's up to you!"
"Mother, don't worry, if Zhang Dachun doesn't bring it, someone else will." Jiang Yihuan fiddled with her hair and said confidently, "The firewood will be delivered soon."
