"Manager Qin, you won't fire me just because I came from the slums, right? It won't be a problem if I can't practice my martial art, but please don't fire me from this job." Yi Feng said.
'Huh? What's wrong with this guy? Why would I fired him when I'm at the time to need workers the most?' his plea ended up puzzling Qin Lan as both of them gives out a puzzling expression.
"Dear husband, I'm here..." Hu Jia came inside the tent erected at the end of the first farming plot. In her hand is a tray of food prepared for Qin Lan. Coming out from the Cloud Plucking Sect twice every week ended up becoming Hu Jia's habit as she came to this farmland often.
The reason Qin Lan's room seems tidy was also because of her diligent cleaning habit.
"Ah, wife. I'm occupied somewhat at this moment. I'll come back to the room later on. So please go ahead and do what you like in the meantime." Qin Lan took a few soft loaves of bread from the tray as he speaks with Hu Jia.