"You eat it. I am not hungry. Take it home for Sisi." Tang Zhinian declined, the afternoon sun shone on him, his skin glowed with a vibrant bronze. As sweat trickled down his forehead, he looked both strong and honest. Everyone said that the brothers of the Tang family were decent, but Tang Zhinian had a particularly charming face, with large eyes, double eyelids, a handsome young man.
Song Liang looked incredulously at his daughter, whose mouth was tightly closed, his voice trembling as he said, "Little... Little Nuan, what you just said..."
"Oh right, and there's this, I remember it," Tang Zhinian took another package. It was the best preserved because it contained a doll - his niece's favorite.
Tang Zhinian looked back one last time at the village, his eyes red and swollen. In just a few minutes, the floodwaters had reached the village, slowly submerging it.
"Brother, why don't we grow coriander?" Tang Yujun's eyes suddenly lit up. Coriander yielded a high crop, was frost-hardy and could survive even in very cold weather.
At first, Chen Zhinian was skeptical. However, after sticking with it for a year, Tang Yuxin showed improvement. At least, some color returned to her face. Therefore, Chen Zhinian continued the foot baths without fail.