"My apologies." Tian Jianshe clutched his handkerchief, giving Lin Lan a look of utter disappointment. "You're not my type!" With that, he pulled his mother along and turned to leave.
Lin Lan watched Tian Jianshe's hips sway as he walked away, and a torrent of curses flooded her mind.
Seeing Tian Jianshe and his mother leave, Yang Lirong turned and chased after them.
With the whole morning wasted, her naptime was long gone. Lin Lan closed her door and went to Grandma Yang's to pick up Little Douzi, only to learn that she had taken him to the police station to play.
Back home, she took out the red beans and large white beans that had been soaking in a basin and poured them into a pot. She pushed aside the ash covering the coals in the stove, added two shovelfuls of fresh coal, and after a moment, the fire slowly began to catch.
