Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye half a month had gone by. The capital had become much quieter, but the topic most discussed was that year's rain.
Zhulan felt worried, "Ever since spring began, the rain hasn't stopped. Soon it will be time for spring plowing. How can we plow with so much rain?"
Zhou Shuren set down the book in his hands and pressed his somewhat weary brows, "The weather is cool and it's also raining at night; quickly close the window. Have you forgotten how well your body is? Aren't you afraid of falling ill after all this strain?"
Zhulan pulled down the window and looked down at her own body, on an irreversible path to plumpness, "With all the fat on my body, I'm not afraid."
"You can still make jokes about yourself, so it looks like you don't care about getting fat."
