Blacksmith Luo and Luo Daye were sitting at the table.

Blacksmith Luo smoked dry cigarettes, and Luo Daye peeled peanuts.

While eating, I asked Blacksmith Luo about the dispute over Yang Huazhong's family's land.

Zhou Xia sat aside, holding a shoe in her hand, threading her needle by the light on the table.

Walking into the courtyard, Luo Fengtang saw everyone in the open hall.

His brows furrowed.

Later I have to sneak water into the house to wash myself.

Hearing the footsteps outside the house, Zhou Xia was the first to turn her head.

When she saw Luo Fengtang coming back, a happy smile appeared on her face.

He quickly put down his sewing and stood up.

"Cousin, are you back? Are you tired? Come sit down and drink tea."

Like a cheerful little bee, Zhou Xia quickly ran over to pour tea for Luo Fengtang.

"No need to pour it, I'm not thirsty," he said.

“You can moisturize your throat even if you’re not thirsty!”

Zhou Xia smiled and fell unconsciously.
Chapter completed!