Su Xiaocai humbly said, "It doesn't interrupt me having two professions. Vegetable farming and melon farming are pretty much the same."
Isn't that far from the truth?
There's a big risk of eating melons as a melon farmer, and there's no award for perseverance through disability.
Xing Miao rolled her eyes, "Alright, that's it, off to bed. Our patient shouldn't overexert, do you need me to excuse you from school tomorrow?"
"No need, I only have a fractured rib, not a broken leg."
Su Xiaocai nudged Huahua with her foot; its soft fur was like the finest blanket.
Her expression was gentle, and what Su Xiaocai didn't expect the most was that Huahua would share its food with her. This little foodie, getting more and more like Xiao Wanzi, was kind of heartwarming.
Huahua let out a dissatisfied meow.
Su Xiaocai got up and went inside the room, and it toddled along with its little legs, acting like a dutiful little guard.
