After finishing his meal, Qiao Zhicai also sat beside him and turned to ask Qiao Qingyu, "Daughter, what do you want? Dad will make one for you."
Pausing for a moment, Qiao Qingyu said, "Dad, can you make me a vase?"
"Why make a vase? The corn leaves it's made from can't hold water," Qiao Zhicai expressed his doubts.
"It doesn't need to hold water, we can put silk flowers or dried flowers in it later."
"Alright, I'll make one for you right now."
Qiao Qingyu glanced at the pile of corn leaves, smiled, and a preliminary plan formed in her mind. Although it was unexpected and sudden, it was highly feasible.
In the kitchen, Wang Mei had been looking unwell,
Ah, where could she get the rope knot from? She had already sold it long ago.
So, a surge of anger rose within her. About a broken rope knot, did this whole family have to ask one after another? Today, Han Xianglan and Niu Guili had come together, and it was about this matter again.
It made everyone give her unfriendly looks.
