It's been raining all day, but the temperature only dropped from 40° to thirty-six or seven degrees, making it quite uncomfortable.
After a busy half day, the family finally put aside their farm work and went home to wash up and enjoy the air conditioning.
Song Tan was still digging through the freezer, pulling out the watermelon popsicles Lun Chuan made earlier. The two of them sat on the sofa, chatting and eating.
Seeing them, Wu Lan couldn't help but say, "Eat quickly; the juice will melt and drip on the sofa."
Their sofa was arranged by Zhao Fangyuan back then, and it wasn't cheap. The color also quite pleased Song Tan; it was that warm white!
Of course, the warm white didn't last a few days before Wu Lan arranged for a rainbow stripe coarse cloth sofa cover—
Her reasoning was quite sound:
"Working on the farm every day, coming back home you still have to be careful not to dirty the sofa. Isn't it exhausting? A sofa cover is great, easy to wash too."
