'So, this new wife isn't as thoughtless as the rumors made her out to be.'
This realization prompted Fang Huihui to take another look at the newcomer.
Fei Jin understood these customs.
But he didn't think doing housework or cooking was anything to be ashamed of.
He was worried about Song Qingya's frail health and couldn't bear the thought of her preparing a whole feast all by herself.
But if he insisted on going in to help, he figured Song Qingya would get angry—she might even bite him.
She had been incredibly adamant.
Fei Jin sighed and said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Fang, could I trouble you to go help Qingya? She can be a little clumsy, so please be patient with her."
"What's that now? I don't know what you're talking about."
Fang Huihui frowned and shook her head.
"Don't you worry, Fei Village Chief. I'll go check on Sister Qingya."
As she spoke, she glanced around.
