As the best team leader, Li Dahe did not deceive Lin Nianhe; Comrade Old Lin did indeed make the call.
However, due to the difficult snowy roads today, Li Dahe hung up first, saying that he would call Mr. Lin back after Xiao Lan arrived.
Lin Nianhe was scolded all the way, but not a single word entered her ears—it was all blown away by the northwest wind.
Li Dahe rolled his eyes while filling a hot water bottle, and threw it into Lin Nianhe's arms rather irritatedly.
Lin Nianhe smiled at him and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Uncle Team Leader."
"Alright, make the call quickly," Li Dahe said. "I still have to go to the warehouse to get straw mats and oilcloth."
Lin Nianhe's hand was on the phone, but she didn't dial. Instead, she asked, "Is it about a delivery?"
"Exactly, the snow is too heavy, and the ox carts can't make it, so we have to use our own two legs," Li Dahe sighed lightly.
