Separation of Classes

It could only be said that the magic of love was beyond Pei Lijun's imagination.

Because they liked each other, they would always think of the other party's good. The other party's happiness would become your happiness, and the other party's suffering would also become your suffering. Although they did not share the same thoughts, they stubbornly wanted to solve their problems for him.

Pei Lijun looked at Xia Xin's busy figure and thought to herself, Wasn't Ruan Ruan the same back then? The man she liked was already so powerful, but she still couldn't help but worry…

Xia Xin kept talking. She said that the winter melon tea was white and slim, but it took a lot of effort. After marinating, it needed to be boiled for two to three hours. If the pot was too dry, she needed to add water a few times. Finally, the winter melon was filtered out, leaving only the winter melon water. When it needed to be drunk, it only needed to take a few spoonfuls and dilute it with plain water.