At 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xiaobei returned home, carrying two woven bags filled with Chinese herbs and a medicine basket.
As soon as he walked through the door, he was greeted by a burst of fragrant aroma.
"Xiaobei, go wash your hands quickly, dinner is ready."
He Xiaoya wiped the water off her hands with her apron and helped Zhang Xiaobei put the bags filled with Chinese herbs into the shed, smiling as she spoke.
"Alright, I'm on my way." Seeing He Xiaoya wearing the new dress he had bought for her, Zhang Xiaobei didn't know why, but he felt a tickling in his heart.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and go!" Noticing Zhang Xiaobei's fiery gaze, He Xiaoya's face turned red, and with her cherry-like lips pursed, she scolded.
"Ah? Oh! I... I'm going now." Zhang Xiaobei shook off those messy thoughts and, with a flushed face, stepped into the house.
But it was only after entering the house that he realized he had somehow let drool escape from the corner of his mouth.
