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I don't know what's up, but Gu Youyou felt a lot more irritable these past couple of days—it seemed like nothing was right, and she constantly felt like there was a suffocating anger inside her, ready to explode.
Especially when she looked at these two shameless men.
Sitting at home, waiting to be fed without working? Was she the typical capitalist that exploited the working people, a person who harbored grudges? Clearly, she wasn't.
During the day, Yuancheng mistook one herb for another, and Gu Youyou scolded him. Thinking about it now, she might have been too harsh—after all, Yuancheng was just a ten-year-old child.
It was wrong to employ child labor in the first place, so how could she scold him as if he were an adult who'd done something wrong?
Therefore, while it was still not too late in the evening, she took out the lotus roots she had brought home a few days ago, intending to make sweet osmanthus sugar lotus roots for Yuancheng.
