Zhang Yanping's despair was beyond anyone's understanding.
Even Song Tan thought to herself, "Isn't that right? He works hard and eats a lot because his body demands more."
With increased demands, the scattered Spiritual Energy in these ingredients, and the little bit every morning and evening, could somewhat take effect.
But at that moment, she could only look at Zhang Yanping with difficulty and then sighed, "Brother Yanping, my mom does make sense. Your health is what's most important."
"Picking a few winter melons is no trouble; why don't you go pick them..."
Was this about picking winter melons? This was clearly about endless toil! He was about to fall into the damn cycle of labor!
Yanping, Yanping, every morning when you wake up.
Yanping, Yanping, there's work waiting for you.
After picking the melons, you start the fire; once the fire's lit, you rush to wash the vegetables...
Zhang Yanping went out numbly, snatching away Qiaoqiao's colorful Daduo.
Qiaoqiao: ???
