Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lin Qiao thought to herself that maybe her answer was too insincere; she was just about to add something when he said, "Okay."
Then she must always treat him well.
Treat him well in what way?
Lin Qiao was puzzled, and Song Tingfan didn't say anything more.
…
By the time the two of them arrived at the Lin Family, it was already half an hour later. The women were making dumplings, and the men were killing fish, planning to fry them together.
"You're here, come in and sit."
Seeing Song Tingfan roll up his sleeves, wanting to help with the fish, Li Guifen quickly said, "Tingfan, there's no need to help, there aren't many. Don't get the fishy smell, you'll need to change your clothes when you get home."
Hearing the words "fishy smell," Song Tingfan glanced at Lin Qiao and then rolled his sleeves back down.
