The two of them talked in the kitchen for a while until Wang Dazhi came in with a basket full of peach blossoms, "Is this enough? If not, I'll pick some more."
"This is enough, Wang," Lin Qiao took them and poured them into the basin, then scooped some water in.
Wang Dazhi waved his hand with a laugh, "No need to be so polite, it's not a big deal. Just save me a taste later."
"Look at you, always asking for food," Mrs. Wang Zhu smiled and chided him.
"Wife, you should learn how to make this so you can make it for me at home." Wang Dazhi picked up his son and said, "I'll take my son back. You guys take your time."
After he left, Mrs. Wang Zhu helped Lin Qiao wash the petals, "Your Wang always talks like that. Don't take it to heart."
The Wang couple was straightforward and much better than some of the sneaky people in the village. Lin Qiao laughed, "Why would I? I'm just embarrassed to trouble Wang for picking peach blossoms."
