Ling Nan, with great strength, carried a large basket on his back and held four vegetable baskets, briskly returning to the little garden.
Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but laugh, thinking that anyone who didn't know better would assume he was a young man from the city selling vegetables. "Ling Nan, why didn't you drive?"
Ling Nan put the things in the yard and smiled sheepishly, "Sister Qiaoqiao, our family's car can't get into the morning market, and it's just a short distance, easier to walk."
At this time, Qin Yize was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The four of them hadn't eaten together for several days.
Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what have you been busy with these days?"
"Just handling some of my previous stuff," Gu Junbai pointed to the west wing room. "I brought them back and put them there. See if there's anything you like when you have time."
