Ye Cong tidied up his clothes. He realized that it would be good to talk about it, so he could hug her openly.
"Although I don't understand what they're saying, they're complimenting your taste, right?"Ye Cong moved closer to Xin Ya. Xin Ya suddenly raised the hoe in her hand and held the small shovel in her other hand.
Ye Cong took a step back. Okay, I'm temporarily afraid of her.
Xin Ya snorted and turned around to continue walking up.
However, she seemed to be in a good mood, and even the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.
Ye Cong did not miss the smile on Xin Ya's lips. He slowly followed behind with the basket in his hand. Although the little girl was a little slow, she was not completely indifferent to him.
There were many bamboo shoots on the mountain, but the mature and good ones still needed to be selected. Xin Ya was quite good at this, just like how she was good at buying vegetables at the market.
