Xiaxia Earns Money
“Brother, have some water.”
Wanwan held the cup above her head, her two dark eyes fixed on the flushed cheeks, the sweat on Xia Zhihuai’s nose and neck. She moved her fingers, intending to take a tissue from her pocket for him.
But before she could act, Xia Zhihuai had already wiped the sweat off his neck with his sleeve.
“Thank you.”
Xia Zhihuai took the cup and handed it to Qu Xiunan beside him before opening his own cup. He reached out and patted Wanwan’s little head. “You’ve worked hard, Wanwan.”
Wanwan happily shook her head and unscrewed the cap of her milk bottle, taking a sip.
Xia Zhihuai glanced at the almost half-cleared land and then at the tractor plowing in the distance. He said to Qu Xiunan, “We need to hurry. I just spoke to that uncle, and he said he’ll come help us as soon as he finishes his land.”
Qu Xiunan placed his cup on the ground and adjusted his hat. “Got it.”