"Not long now. Tomorrow, let's go to the market together to buy some things and prepare, so we won't be in a rush when the time comes."
Lin Qiao took on the concern of an old housekeeper. She remembered when the Wang Family prepared a lot of things for their grandson's wedding.
The girl's eyebrows arched with a smile, and Song Tingfan chuckled, "Okay."
The night descended, and the two carried an oil lamp upstairs. Lin Qiao looked at the bed and suddenly remembered that the bed had collapsed when she got up this morning. "I was busy and forgot to ask someone to fix the bed."
Song Tingfan, who had been leaving early to check the shop these days, hadn't noticed. Hearing this, he looked at her bed and noticed it had clearly sagged on one side.
He walked over, picked up the quilt, and placed it on another bed. When he lifted the straw mat, he saw two boards broken in the middle, probably due to age.
Fixing it isn't hard. Just fasten the wooden boards together to secure them.
