"The skills I developed practicing on you—how could they not be good?" Qiao Xiaomai clicked her tongue.
Tong Sanlang heard this and curved his mouth into a smile. Images of the past sprang to his mind. The scenes were the same, but the feelings were different now.
Still, this wasn't bad. Now he and Qiao Xiaomai lived together in Field Manor, busy and bustling every day, leading a full and peaceful life. Except for the lack of "feelings," everything else was perfect.
"How do you plan to sell the sesame and Xiaomi?" He changed the subject.
He no longer brought up matters of emotion. Mentioning them would only upset Qiao Xiaomai. To keep the pleasant atmosphere intact, it was better to talk about something else.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai responded, "For Xiaomi, I plan to steam it together with fish balls or grind it into flour to make small pastries."
