'No way. If she helped me today, wouldn't I have to go over to her house and help cook when it's their turn to transplant rice seedlings? When would this cooking duty ever end? I'd rather endure a few days of farm work myself than drag out this cooking obligation.'
Shi Tou's mother was visibly pregnant now. Patting her belly, she smiled at Liu Xiaomei. "Isn't your family busy? Your brother has already gone to help us transplant seedlings, but your mother isn't in the fields? Who's cooking at home then?"
Liu Xiaomei grinned slyly. "My mom sent me. She's at home today. Juhua, don't be in such a rush to refuse. There are so many people today, do you really think you can manage it all? Aren't you just afraid we'll ask you for help when it's our turn to transplant? Hehe, but that's exactly what I want. I want you to come help me then. Cooking is boring, and it's always better to have someone to talk to."
