"Guman, your house has no furniture at all. Maybe tomorrow I can make some for you," Lin Baiyi suggested.
The house looked like a home now, but it wasn't right that there wasn't even a place to sit. Anyway, his craftwork skills were still obedient to his hand. It wouldn't be a problem for him to make some furniture, and it would be simple.
"No need, Uncle, it's too much trouble for you." Ya Guman smiled and shook his head.
"You need it, you need it."
Lin Baiyi was not going to let him refuse. He thought that when the furniture was ready, he could just deliver it to him.
"Guman, you're not busy with anything right now, are you?"
"No, uncle. What task do you need me to do? Just say it." Ya Guman immediately asked.
"There's not much."
Lin Baiyi shook his head.