Seeing this, Lin Qiao didn't say anything further and then went to check on the shrimp. It was almost dry, and after sun drying it today, it could be sealed in the jar.
"Sister-in-law, let me do it," Song Tingfan approached her obediently.
Lin Qiao glanced at him with a smile, "Go take a nap, I'll call you later."
"I'm not sleepy."
Song Tingfan quickly glanced at her, then at the jujube tree, and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll cut the branches, so they won't drop dead leaves."
Recently, as autumn set in, the jujube tree was shedding a lot of leaves. A gust of wind would scatter them all over the yard, and several times they even blew into the dustpan.
"Little Uncle, it's too high. If you don't go, I'll call Uncle Wang next door to help cut it." Lin Qiao wasn't reassured; the jujube tree was still quite tall, and Song Tingfan was young with little experience. It wouldn't be good if he fell.
Besides, Uncle Wang from the Wang Family grows trees and knows how to cut branches.
