Thinking about the vegetables for the meal, Juhua glanced over at the small garden. In the blink of an eye, Laicai had run off into the vegetable patch. He was standing in a furrow, pulling up green garlic. After yanking out a huge handful, he was about to go for the Cong.
She cried out in alarm, "Laicai, what are you pulling those for? I already picked plenty, we have enough for lunch. Stop it! You'll trample the seedlings." She rushed over to drag him out. That little garden was her pride and joy—how could she not be frantic?
'What is my life coming to? I'm supposed to be a quiet, gentle girl, but I'm turning into a roaring shrew!'
Laicai giggled. "Get some more for the braised pork. Juhua, garlic braised pork is so delicious!" His delicate features were alight with longing.
Juhua was in utter agony. 'Why is this little cousin so infuriating? My eldest uncle's two sons are so good. How can people be so different? Even Little Shitou is more likable than him.'
