Qian Guozhu had always felt that his eldest sister was clever and unlikely to be taken advantage of outside.
But now, he just wanted to turn back to the town to find a machete to place under his eldest sister's pillow.
Wang Shumei used all her skills to convince Qian Guozhu that she would not suffer any losses and sent him away.
She roughly looked through the things Qian Guozhu brought again. Rice, flour, snacks, plus snow cream and soap.
As soon as she saw the soap, Wang Shumei thought of Lin Nianhe.
The soap she used at her place that evening seemed to smell better than this one...
"Hmm? Soap?"
Lin Nianhe blinked and nonchalantly replied, "I brought it from home."
After a pause, she curiously said, "Are there different kinds of soap? Let me see!"
With that, she grabbed the soap from Wang Shumei like a curious baby and sniffed it hard.
Seeing this, Wang Shumei didn't suspect anything and truly believed that the particularly fragrant soap had been brought from Beijing.
