Behind the small diner, the masters were planing wood, the "shush" sound incessant, and tiny wood shavings occasionally floated out from the main entrance.
Hua Xiaomai tugged Luo Yuejiao a little further away and stood under the pomegranate tree at the entrance, squinting her eyes to look at Tang Dongyan.
The girl's facial features were quite pretty, but her face was slightly too square, though not unattractive, and she had that particularly healthy look that was likely very appealing to the elders. But at that moment, no matter how Hua Xiaomai looked at her, she just seemed detestable.
Perhaps the sun was indeed too fierce, for Tang Dongyan's face was unnaturally red. From start to finish, she kept biting her lower lip, twisting the hem of her clothes, and displaying an uneasy demeanor. She carefully stole a glance at Hua Xiaomai, "Sister-in-law, aren't you coming back with me?"
