「The next morning.」
Two stunningly beautiful, mature women were leaning lazily against the doorframe. They wore loose, silk slip dresses and slippers.
Today was the day Lu Yuan was taking Su Liyan back to Changliu Village to pay New Year's visits.
This didn't involve Aunt Zhao or Aunt Song, so naturally, the two of them didn't have to go.
"Be careful on the road. Come back early tonight~"
Zhao Qiao'Er leaned lazily against the doorframe and yawned.
She hadn't gotten enough sleep. They had played mahjong until almost dawn last night, and now it was already four or five in the morning.
She had only slept for four or five hours.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Lu Yuan was adjusting his wife's hat.
He had to admit, his wife looked surprisingly cute wearing his dog-fur hat.
Song Meiqin, leaning against the other side of the doorframe, smiled as she watched the incredibly loving couple.
"We'll wait for you to come back for dinner tonight~"
But Lu Yuan waved his hand.
