"How can I accept this?" Feng Qingxue felt as if her heart was bathed in sunlight when she saw the brooms and shovels in their hands.
Ping Zhengkai straightforwardly said, "Sister-in-law, why be so polite with us?"
During these few months since the start of the school term, hadn't Feng Qingxue invited them over every Sunday for a feast? Although they took turns, with five or six people each time, since this happened every week, each of them got to participate once or twice a month. They all had a mental tally.
Feng Qingxue treated them well, and they naturally wanted to reciprocate.
The others also chimed in one after another, "Yeah, sister-in-law, don't stand on ceremony with us."
"Sister-in-law, don't block the way. Let's clear the snow off the roof first."
"Right, sister-in-law, let's not waste time. The snow is getting heavier, and we have to be careful that the roof can't bear the weight of the accumulation."
"Excuse us, sister-in-law, we're coming in."
