Mu Shuangshuang stretched lazily, rested for a moment, then was about to continue working when suddenly Lu Yuanfeng's voice came from the slope of the field.
"Shuangshuang?"
Lu Yuanfeng walked directly toward the ridge where Mu Shuangshuang was. He was wearing a gray robe, his forehead covered with sweat. Seeing the bamboo basket in Mu Shuangshuang's hand, he was first surprised, then angry.
His eyes swept over the adults of the Old Mu Family harvesting rice in the field, and naturally, the first one caught his eye was Mu Dazhong, who would rest after every sickle swing.
"Why are you letting a girl do the work?"
The anger in Lu Yuanfeng's voice puzzled Mu Shuangshuang. Her working didn't seem to concern him, so why was he so agitated?
"Haha, isn't it because I'm too weak and need to train my body." Mu Shuangshuang replied nonchalantly, as if she didn't mind doing so much work at all.
