บท 345: Born to Write

Xue Yan's ears turned red.

It was so embarrassing.

Xue Yifu, who was grinding rice flour at the stone mill, was also quite happy. However, he had never cooked before, nor had he ever used a knife to cut vegetables before. If he were to be the one cutting, he probably wouldn't be any better off.

Seeing that Xue Yan really wanted to dig a hole and hide himself, Jiang Yue walked to Liu Guixia's side and pulled her. She looked up and said, "Can you help Xue Yan and I?"

Liu Guixia and the others could have done it for them earlier, but they were just waiting for the children to ask for help first.