Ever since Tan Zhenghong's leg healed, Qiao Duo'er had been living the life of a pig.
Besides the occasional stir-fry, Tan Zhenghong wouldn't let her touch anything else.
According to Qiao Duo'er, the phrase Tan Zhenghong said most frequently every day was, "Let me do it."
After drinking ginseng soup for a few days, Qiao Duo'er was in much better health. Not only had her fever subsided, but the changes in her face were also quite noticeable. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
But that Tan Zhenghong still wouldn't let her go up the mountain, so she could only obediently stay at home sewing clothes.
In the evening, when Tan Zhenghong had yet to return and Sun Erhu and the others had gone to town, even Da Ya and Er Ya had followed to sell bamboo baskets, the courtyard was very quiet.
Qiao Duo'er sighed, looking at the needle in her hand and couldn't help but sigh again.
