"But let me make it clear, I didn't make these shoes specifically for those two little rascals. I just did it because I was bored and didn't have anything else to do, so I just made them without even checking their size. If the shoes are too big or too small, they better not come looking for me."
"Got it, got it," Zhuang Qingning said, laughing as she tucked the shoes away.
She shook her head and sighed.
They say someone can have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and Mrs. Wen was that kind of person.
"Now that you mention it, that old fool of a village chief has been messing around with beans lately, and it seems to be working out quite well. Was that your idea?" Mrs. Wen asked.
"Aunt Wen, do you have the eyes of a god?"
Zhuang Qingning said, smiling sweetly.
