The next morning, as soon as Li Xiaobao got out of bed, he saw Zhou Cuihua had already prepared breakfast and was bringing it inside.
Gazing at Zhou Cuihua's solid figure and fair skin beneath her coarse clothes, Li Xiaobao was somewhat transfixed. In fact, Zhou Cuihua wasn't very old; one could say she was in the prime of her youth. However, her attire made her lose some of her charm.
The Li family owed Zhou Cuihua too much.
Li Xiaobao suddenly thought of Han Bing, who was about the same age and appearance. Compared to Zhou Cuihua, Han Bing was like heaven to earth.
"Xiaobao, what's wrong? Didn't sleep well?"
After putting down the breakfast, Zhou Cuihua noticed Li Xiaobao's distant look and approached him anxiously to ask.
"No, sister-in-law, I was just thinking it's been a long time since you've been to town. Once the ginseng harvest is over, I'll go with you to buy some clothes!"
Li Xiaobao said with a smile.