If Lin Weidong could be tougher, his life wouldn't be so miserable now.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

When Gu Chengze returned to the room, Lin Jingshu was still in the same posture.

He changed his clothes and rubbed his body to warm it up. When he could no longer feel the cold air, he slowly lifted the quilt and moved over like a worm pupa.

"Where have you been?"

Lin Jingshu asked in a daze. She didn't touch Gu Chengze when she turned over just now.

"I went to the bathroom. It's okay. Go to sleep, my wife."

Gu Chengze said softly.

Lin Jingshu groaned, "My leg is cramping."

Gu Chengze hurriedly gave her a gentle massage.

The soreness in her calves eased, and Lin Jingshu fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun was already rising outside.

After breakfast, Lin Jingshu had nothing to do, so she decided to go out for a walk with Gu Chengze.

The sun is so nice today, it’s a shame to stay at home.

"Don't go too far."

Ding Xiangzhi worriedly asked them to go home for dinner on time. Fearing that her daughter would be hungry on the way, she also prepared two roasted sweet potatoes for her to take with her.

Lin Jingshu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that her appetite yesterday had successfully scared her mother.

The roasted sweet potatoes were just pulled out from under the stove and were still steaming.

It is wrapped in a layer of oil paper and placed in a small cotton bag. It feels like a hand warmer when you hold it in your hand.

There were quite a few people sitting outside chatting. They were leaning against the south wall, sitting on mats, chatting and eating pumpkin seeds.

The past few days have been one of the few holidays for the working people who have worked hard all year.