Let the warm light help dispel the last bit of moisture in the jar, ensuring it was dry and ready for future use.
At this moment, Fang Qin stood at her own window, looking at the busy figure of Su Yu, her mind filled with confusion and curiosity.
Where had this woman gotten so much meat? What kind of delicious dish was she stewing that could emit such a tempting aroma?
Thinking of this, Fang Qin could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva secretly, irritably kicking Jiang Youfu, who was giggling beside her. She cursed continuously, full of resentment and unwillingness.
Jiang Youfu, now a changed man, faced Fang Qin's scolding and roughness with only a silly smile. Instinctively shrinking his neck, he showed none of the arrogance and bluster of the past.
In the past, he either stayed away from home for days on end or came back only to ask for money, resorting to fists and kicks at the slightest dissatisfaction.
