Lin Nianhe's hands were in an okay condition; they were at the level where if she went to the hospital for bandaging, the doctor would kick her out.
But the problem was that her hands ended up like this after just two hours of farm work, and by the end of the day, blisters would definitely form.
Lin Nianhe felt sorry for her little paws.
Using the excuse of going to the bathroom, she found a secluded spot and took out two solid-color silk scarves from her space. She carefully wrapped her palms with them before putting the work gloves back on.
She also reapplied some sunscreen and dawdled for quite a while, figuring the time was about right before returning to the cornfield.
When she came back, everyone was just getting ready to start working again. There was about half of the menthol ointment left, which Sie Yufei stubbornly applied to his hands under Su Yuncheng's annoyed gaze.
