It was only then that everyone wiped their sweat and said, "It's so hot today; should be able to dry them in two days, right?"
Song Tan also looked forward to it eagerly, "When they turn into dried sweet potatoes, they should be sweet, right? How much can we dry? Can we sell them?"
But Seventh Uncle was in no hurry, "What's the rush? After they're dried, they still need to be steamed and dried again. We'll talk about it then."
It didn't matter, as long as the next meal wasn't pumpkin.
It was already past nine o'clock; with the heat, there wasn't much to do, so everyone tacitly returned to the living room and sprawled out.
Yan Ran kept praising, "Auntie, did you pick the sofa? The color is so vibrant."
"Isn't it?" Wu Lan didn't have a high opinion of a home without blooming flowers signifying prosperity or without big cross-stitched paintings displaying grand visions, especially when the main color theme was white... how bland!
