Qiao Mei'er could have crushed the teapot she was holding in her hand, her sour plum drink preparation from the afternoon had become the biggest joke.
If Qiao Duo'er had been willing to help her, even just saying one word, the outcome might have been different.
By this time, Qiao Duo'er had already slipped into her room.
The roast meat was delicious, but after eating it, she felt greasy all over and needed to wash up quickly.
She couldn't be bothered with anything else and couldn't manage it anyway.
Since King Qin was busy with government affairs, he might never have the chance to visit Dao Dalei Village again. Qiao Mei'er, even with many strategies, could do nothing about it.
King Qin had not been seen on the road after that, but he was very efficient at his job.
In just a little over half a month, four spacious tile-roofed houses were built.