The weather gradually warmed up, and the heavy winter clothes were put away. Everyone changed into lighter jackets and became even busier.
At the beginning of March, Xie Tai arrived, delivering the Flower-picking Soft Sword.
"How quick," Yang Ruxin admired the sword restored to its original state. "It took less than fifteen days."
"The repair went smoothly," Xie Tai smiled.
"Not bad," Gu Qingheng swung the sword a few times and nodded slightly, "Thank you, Brother Xie."
"My life is still owed to you folks," Xie Tai waved his hand.
"Since Brother Xie is here, why don't you stay for a meal?" Yang Ruxin smiled, "Try my cooking as well." It was so sudden that she didn't have time to call Li Xiang over.
Xie Tai did not refuse.
Just as Yang Ruxin was about to show off her skills in the kitchen, Yang Xiaoshun rushed in anxiously: "Sister Xin, hurry, Aunt Hehua is going into labor..."
