"How's your leg doing?"
Qiao Duo'er glanced at Tan Zhenghong. This guy's leg hadn't fully healed yet, and he was already eager to come out.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head, "It's nearly there. Besides, I'm sitting right now, so it's fine."
Qiao Duo'er didn't believe his nonsense. While sitting, some of his body weight would still press down on his leg, which would definitely torture a bone that hadn't healed properly.
Qiao Duo'er took two bamboo baskets from Sun Erhu, turned them upside down on the ground, and had Tan Zhenghong rest his leg on them.
It might look a bit unseemly, but it was certainly less uncomfortable.
"I've told you, these legs are mine. If you dare not to take good care of them, I won't spare you!"
Qiao Duo'er said through gritted teeth, and unexpectedly thought about the matter of the "third leg."
Tan Zhenghong nodded agreeably. He was a good husband who listened to his wife.
