She was about to step forward when she accidentally saw Liu Shu boiling a pot of soup.
This was Cui Zhu's favorite cured pork rib soup. When Ruan Mian first made it for Cui Zhu, she was deeply captivated and loved it immensely.
However, the method for making cured pork ribs was a bit laborious. After the flood incident, the cured ribs they had stored in the cellar had also been divided.
Could it be that Liu Shu made these especially for her?
As she was thinking, Cui Zhu walked over to Liu Shu with a tender expression. The two looked like a young couple just starting out, their eyes full of love for each other, as if the spring water was about to overflow the pond.
In another week, it would be the auspicious day for the autumn harvest. Ruan Mian thought of something and approached Cui Zhu and Liu Shu, smiling as she spoke.
"Zhu'er, in a week it will be a perfect day. Why not take advantage of the good weather and hold your joyful event with Mr. Liu, what do you think?"
