Both cousins were injured, and their blood relationship hung by a thread.
Fortunately, there was a large pile of Artemisia waiting to be taken care of in the pond. Song Tan soon showed her intimate cousin smile:
"Brother Yanping, you really did get tired today. Here's what we'll do, you and Brother Wu Lei just wash the Artemisia and spread it out to dry. Then you can rest."
She deftly drew a big pie, filling it with a bit of pua stuffing: "There isn't much work left. You're not in the best health, so tomorrow you just take care of the online store..."
She gave Zhang Yanping a look, as if to say that the online store wasn't doing much business anyway, which was the perfect excuse to laze about and rest...
Zhang Yanping's exhausted brain, already foggy with lactic acid buildup, couldn't think that this was his original job. Instead, he was moved to tears—
