The Same Kind

Li Xiaoran sensed Luo Ziyang's confusion and knew that he really had not thought it through, so she nodded.

"Alright, don't be anxious. You can tell us when you've thought it through!" Li Xiaoran also knew that this matter could not be rushed.

Luo Ziyang nodded when he heard Li Xiaoran's words.

The family ate happily that night.

Because of the wine, everyone washed up early and went to sleep.

The next morning, after the previous rainy weather, the sun finally came out.

After Li Xiaoran woke up, she saw the sunrise, so she quickly washed up and went to knead the noodles.

The others in the family started to arrive one after another. Everyone found something they could do and got busy together.

Even Luo Cheng naturally joined in and kneaded the dough with Li Xiaoran.

As there had not been a stall for two days, there were especially many people who came to the official road to sell food.