Li Xiaoqiang's mother was very happy to see her two daughters-in-law getting along so well. She had thought that when the two of them got together, they would quarrel, but unexpectedly, there were no issues at all.
At that moment, Yang Chunmei picked up two roasted sweet potatoes from beside the firewood and handed one to Li Xiaoqiang.
Holding one and peeling it, she said, "Ke'er, it's been hard on you coming to our rural village, especially now that you're pregnant. I know it can be tiring to carry a child."
Xia Ke'er pursed her lips and replied, "Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not tired at all; I'm actually very happy, truly."
Yang Chunmei said with a smile, "What a sensible child. You must have never eaten the local sweet potatoes from our village before, have you?"
Xia Ke'er shook her head, "No."
