As a village girl who had been doing manual labor all year round, Qiao Xiaomai's body, although inheriting Zhuang Luhe's good looks and fair skin, was far from having delicate skin like that of a peeled egg.
Even the palms of her hands had developed a thin layer of calluses.
Moreover, due to years of poor nutrition, at nearly fifteen years of age, she was short and her development was lagging; she was flat both front and back, with no feminine curves, and she hadn't even started menstruating.
Therefore, upon suddenly seeing the small basin of sheep's milk, her desire for beauty instantly surged.
Now that food and clothing were no longer worries, she could consider other things!
Thinking this, Qiao Xiaomai put the basin of sheep milk on the stove, planning to drink it in the evening.
By now the rice in the pot was ready, and it was time to eat.