Lin Chuxia knew nothing about these things and had slept until the sky was faintly bright.
She fumbled for Qin Yang's watch beside her pillow, took a glance, and saw it was not yet five o'clock—just the right time to get up.
She had chopped the meat and mixed it with seasonings the night before. In the morning, she only needed to add some green onions and ginger, and the dough was already risen.
Lin Chuxia skillfully wrapped the buns, and as she got moving, Qin Yang also woke up and got out of bed to help her light the fire.
"Lin Chuxia..." he called out.
"Huh?" Lin Chuxia was busy with her tasks and didn't raise her head.
Qin Yang pursed his lips and continued, "If it's too much to work in the fields, don't force yourself. My salary is enough to support you."
"Oh."
"My dad's health isn't good; please take extra care of him for me."
"Okay."
