บท 217: A Letter From Home Becomes a Love Letter

Soon, there was no more work left to do in the house. After all, there was limited space in the house. Moreover, the two of them had been cooped up indoors all morning. Only Zhuang Zhuang went out to feed the chickens, ducks, dogs, cows, and donkeys. He had easily completed a day's worth of work.

Xiaoguo was still stuck at five ticks. At this moment, she was slumped on the bed. She started thinking, "It will be wonderful if waking up and breathing can be considered as tasks…"

Zhuang Zhuang came back from washing his hands. He looked at Xiaoguo, who was still lying on the bed, and said, "Mother, you haven't been visiting Uncle recently."

"Yes…" Xiaoguo replied lazily with her eyes closed. "It's too cold."

Xiaoguo suddenly remembered her mother saying that she must have been a bear in her previous life. Otherwise, why would she hibernate in winter?