Shen Yiguang suggested she go out for a walk.
Yang PeiMin thought about the scrutinizing eyes pining for the pickled cabbage in the inner room and Shen Yixia's ready-to-test attitude in the kitchen, and she gladly agreed to his proposal.
Not far from the courtyard, the large banyan tree that could be embraced by three people was still the paradise for children's play.
Xiahe Village was neither large nor small, with fifty or sixty families divided into several different surnames.
The terrain was flat, and houses were distributed in an orderly fashion. Outside the houses, there were paths crisscrossing among the endless mountains, and today the sun shone brightly, making one feel as if the beauty of the clear mountains and beautiful waters was right at their feet.
And the air here was so fresh.
Yang PeiMin was walking shoulder to shoulder with Shen Yiguang on the path leading to the main road.
