Couldn't sleep at night after an afternoon nap, Su Xing slept soundly, so he simply went into the space.
In the next two days, the house was completed, and Yuanyuan went to the city once more. There was no window paper, no scissors, no floor mat. No door curtains, no bed curtains.
The four of them could do without, but she must have them, especially since the carpenter was installing the door today.
Seeing some pork for sale, she bought five pounds. Even though they paid to stay at the village chief's house, they should have a nice meal together. Upon returning, she saw smoke coming from the chimney; it was for heating the floor.
Yuanyuan knew the village chief's thoughts, they wouldn't stay long, so why be so particular? She didn't want to wrong herself.
Back at home, the village chief's son helped to paste window paper. Yuanyuan handed the meat to the middle-aged woman.
"Aunt, let's improve our meal a bit, as a thank you for taking care of us."
