This man had been living next door to her for five years now. How had she not noticed before that this man had such a thick skin and really couldn't understand human speech?
"Sang, bring me the dried chili peppers over there, I'll make you some spicy chicken later."
Hearing this, Lin Caisang unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, instinctively wanting to bring the dried chili peppers. Thankfully, her fingers happened to touch the layer of fat on her stomach, quickly stopping her shameful thoughts.
"No need, I have some other things to deal with, I must go now." She shook her head.
After dinner, she would have to hurry into the Golden Pearl space and set up the needed framework. Also, while the ice silkworm hasn't metamorphosed into a butterfly and hasn't given birth yet, she must start making the mats.
Fortunately, she had been observing how Third Uncle had been making those things these days, and she figured she should be able to do it herself.