She watched everyone bustling about and talking. The scene was full of life, and she didn't find it the least bit annoying. She took out her needlework and started sewing, smiling as she joined their idle chatter.
Juhua and Yun Ying went to the kitchen to blanch and then boil the pork offal. Once finished, they came out to sit and rest. Juhua's gaze landed on Li Changyu, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. 'Young landlords really are different,' she thought. 'Look at this guy. While everyone else is so busy planting rice seedlings they're run off their feet—even a pregnant woman like me and a five-year-old girl like Zhao Qing have no time to spare—he's off visiting people with his wife. It's infuriating when you compare yourself to others!'
