"Let's go!"
Li Sanjiang patted his trouser legs, then took Li Zhiyuan's hand and followed Li Weihan and others out the door.
Qin Li watched Li Zhiyuan leave; she had known that he was going out today, but as he left, she still slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the noodle bowl he'd just finished eating from.
Liu Yumei immediately gave Aunt Liu a meaningful look, and Aunt Liu strode forward, picking up the bowl and chopsticks to wash them.
Soon after, Uncle Qin came back carrying a big bundle of bamboo, threw it on the yard, and clapped his hands.
Liu Yumei sat next to Qin Li and smiled, "Alii, I'm having Ali make a rattan chair just like Little Yuanhou's for you. What do you think?"
Qin Li didn't respond.
Liu Yumei pursed her lips and said to Qin Li, "Focus on making two identical new rattan chairs these next few days, suitable for the children to sit and lean on."
Qin Li nodded.
Qin Li looked up,
not obviously, but she was indeed pleased.
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