When she returned home, Nan Quanyou had already prepared dinner. Nan Feng rushed up to eat, wolfing it down voraciously.
"Fengfeng, slow down, you might choke."
Chewing her food, Nan Feng said, "Dad, I have something to do later, so I have to eat quickly."
She had clean her bowl in no time. She put down the bowl, saying, "Dad, you wash the dishes later, I will make you something delicious tomorrow. Thanks for your hard work."
"..."
It was dark outside, Nan Feng lit the lamp and continued to embroider. The outline of the lily was already done; she just needed to add color.
As she embroidered, she wondered, how would her father react when seeing this purse?
Would he like it?
No matter if he liked it or not, this was a token of her affection, he would certainly not refuse it.
...
The next day Nan Feng went to town.
As she expected, with the mountain bandits gone, people began to venture out more often, even hop on the occasional mule carriage.
