"Okay," Xiaomai responded.
"What do you need grass paper for?" Tong Sanlang inquired.
Could it be for writing?
"Of course, it's for wiping butts!" Dami answered as if it was a matter of course, then he eagerly asked, "Brother Tong, when your family goes to the toilet..."
"You can focus on eating your seeds," Xiaomai raised her hand, covering his small mouth to make him swallow back the words he was about to say.
Discussing such matters while basking in the sunlight and surrounded by the grass is really a mood killer!
Tong Sanlang was silent.
He was a bit surprised.
It seems as if she's changed her ways, even using grass paper now.
Although grass paper is rough, it's not something ordinary families would typically use.
Dami obviously didn't understand Xiaomai's thoughts. Xiaomai told him to eat seeds, and he obediently did so, but couldn't help speaking again, "Sister, didn't you buy a copy of 'Daqi Law' last time? How come you haven't taken it out to read?"