Xiao Yuchuan's heartache was written all over his face, "Wife..."
"It's fine, it doesn't matter who eats first at home." She didn't seem to care.
The three men listened and felt even more affection for her.
After eating lunch, Su Qingyue used two large banana leaves to make a mat on the ground again, poured all the fish from her back basket onto them, took her hatchet, and went back to the stream with her empty back basket.
In the evening, she came back with another full basket of fish.
But this time she also cut down a bundle of long, two-finger-thick firewood, adding three long bamboo poles and a large bundle of long grass, and carried it all back with her.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, Auntie Hua and Aunt Zhang were already waiting for her in the yard.
