บท 688: Give Me a Reason Not to Kill You

Indeed, no matter how good one's comprehension ability was, it was not everything.

For example, cleaning and repairing the wooden shelves.

Han Muye placed the bedding in front of the table, put down the food he had brought, and strolled upstairs.

He was going to ask Zeng Daniu to clean the second floor tomorrow.

Zeng Daniu turned around and was about to bow when Han Muye had already gone upstairs.

The fragrant hot food on the table and the brand new bedding left Zeng Daniu at a loss.

He walked forward and wiped his hands vigorously, then carefully touched the bedding.

He had never slept on such soft bedding in either the water village or the small wooden boat.

The only bed in the house that could still keep him warm was the one that his wife slept on with a 10-month-old baby.

"This is to be a servant of the Great Immortal?" Zeng Daniu's eyes shone.