Fan Zhao chuckled softly, "I'll lend it to you."
"Wow—" Qiao Zhen exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you being so nice to me today, my idol?"
Fan Zhao retorted, "I'm fine every day."
"Mmm-hmm." Qiao Zhen nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Today is exceptionally good."
Fan Zhao's lips curled up slightly.
When the two returned to the courtyard, Du Feng had already brought Rong Yang breakfast over.
"Qiao Zhenzhen".
Qiao Zhen immediately burst into tears. "Du Fengfeng!" Her demeanor suddenly changed. "Come and help me take the axe down. My neck is hurting from carrying it."
Du Feng chuckled as he took the axe, casually placing it in the corner. Then he stuffed a large meat bun into Qiao Zhen's mouth. "Did you and Fan Zhao chop all this firewood?"
Qiao Zhen, munching on a steamed bun, mumbled, "Yeah, pretty impressive, right?"
Du Feng praised without reservation, "Yes, Qiao Zhenzhen is really amazing."
She said smugly, "Of course."
Rong Yang, holding a meat bun, sat on a bench under the shade of a tree with Fei Shangming, Dina, Grandma Wei Shunying, and Ji Li. The four of them chatted and laughed.
Qiao Zhen ran over and asked, "Are the meat buns enough? If so, then the firewood will be used to boil water. We'll have to boil our own bath water tonight, so this firewood is very important. If they're not enough, then we'll have to work even harder this afternoon."
Rong Yang asked, "Then what about you and Fan Nanshen? You've already shared all those meat buns."
Qiao Zhen patted her stomach, "With enough firewood, even water is enough to fill my stomach."
Fan Zhao rolled up his sleeves and tossed a pair of men's leather shoes next to Qiao Zhen. "We're not short of firewood. There are a few axes in the kitchen. Let's go together this afternoon." He looked at the four people sitting in the chairs. "Any objections?"
All four shook their heads.
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