After the rabbit's funeral, Goudan stood up and dusted off his hands.
He smacked his lips as if savoring the memory.
Then he went out to play.
He had to show off to his little friends how delicious rabbit meat was.
After dinner, Ning Xinrou sat in the courtyard, sewing new clothes for the young ones in the family.
Li Xiuli and Zhou Mei were her assistants.
Two of them cut the fabric while one sewed, their pace not too slow.
Seeking help, Zhou Mei's words were particularly sweet, "Big sister, you are really skilled with your hands; the clothes you make are so pretty."
That was something she could never do.
It was like asking her to read books, her head would just spin.
Ning Xinrou was busy with her hands and didn't even bother to look up.
"It's normal for people to be good at different things.
Take you and me for example, you're not good at making clothes, but your pickles are really good.
