"Son, you're right. Father was overthinking it." Zhang Shu quickly asked Zhang Cong to teach him how to read.
Although it was difficult, he had to learn it.
Ye Muyu did not know what the father and son were talking about.
After she finished eating, she took her usual afternoon nap.
In the county...
The fish with pickled cabbages in the Fragrance Restaurant had already been removed from the menu. It was not because the taste was bad, but because there were no more pickled cabbages. It was not good to offend the customers, so they could only wait for the ingredients to arrive before adding them to the menu.
"You haven't developed this pickled cabbage yet?" The shopkeeper of the Fragrance Restaurant asked anxiously.
"No, Shopkeeper. Look at the dozens of jars here. We made them ourselves, but the taste is always a little wrong."
