The story finished, and the snow beneath them was littered with melon seed shells.
Miao Hongqi turned around to take a look, and upon seeing those four just standing there cracking and eating seeds, couldn't help feeling helpless: "I'm up front sweeping snow and telling stories, while you're all in the back enjoying yourselves and eating seeds?"
Wang Xue chuckled and casually swept the seed shells aside with the broom, exclaiming, "Who would have thought, those two actually had such a past. No wonder Xiangqin was willing to give Zhuangshi private lessons and teach him to read!"
Wen Lan, having no interest in matters of love or affection, inquisitively asked, "How many people were on the other side? How many did Zhuangshi bring with him? How did the fight go down?"
Wang Shumei was the only one who had something serious to say. She pondered for a moment, then objectively said, "Looks like Xiangqin's determination to marry Zhuangshi can't be stopped."
