Over the next two days, Ye Qilan was resting at home, and Su Hongxing accompanied her. They also opened up a piece of land in Apricot Forest, and planted some green onions and garlic.
Su Hongxing glanced at Ye Qilan, feeling somewhat dazed. Sometimes she felt that the current Ye Qilan was like an old married couple with her, with life being plain yet warm—just the kind she had longed for.
For someone as patriarchal as Ye Qilan, he had never even entered the kitchen before, let alone join her in digging and gardening.
But observing his graceful demeanor made her feel that she could never see through this man.
Ye Qilan helped Su Hongxing clean the mud off her hands, speaking softly, "Don't do such strenuous tasks anymore. Look at your hands, they're all muddy under the nails."
How could such beautiful hands be used for farming?
Worried he would nag her, Su Hongxing just responded and wiped her hands dry.
