The aunts who followed in laughed, "Professor Yang is so meticulous; these flowers and plants have certainly found a good owner."
Luo Qiao handed the basket to her master's wife, "Master's wife, take a rest, I can help Master."
Feng Shumin said, "There's not much work left, you don't need to get your hands dirty again."
Luo Qiao smiled and said, "It's alright, you take a rest, it doesn't look like much, but it will probably take a while to finish."
Just as Feng Shumin took the basket, an aunt on the side laughed, "What delicious thing have you brought this time, even covering it with cloth?"
She reached out to pull the cloth, and Feng Shumin was caught off guard as the woman pulled the cloth off, revealing a basket full of meat: "Wow, your disciple has really been taught well, this meat is so fresh."
While the aunt said this, her eyes lit up when looking at Luo Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, how old are you this year?"