He was a coarse man, completely incapable of needlework. He hoped that the clothes third brother made for his wife would not be to her liking, but to his surprise, she really liked them.
It was somewhat frustrating.
"Yue'er, don't tire yourself out. I'll take care of the dried ferns later." He felt sorry for her being so busy all the time.
"It's all right. Everyone who helps with the work in our house has almost finished gathering them. I'll just take care of this little bit." She used a basket to load up the dried ferns, stacked them neatly in the secondary bedroom.
Originally, fresh ferns covered the area, but since they had been drying, the dried ferns now filled the space. Like this, she had slowly turned the whole area into dried ferns.
After she had gathered all the dried ferns into the secondary bedroom, Xiao Yishan's deep male voice rang out, "Qingyue, it's time for dinner!"