Gong Ruini didn't care about Cai Meina's dilemma. She hurriedly finished her breakfast and dashed outside. She wanted to see the place that might become their family's temporary residence in the future.
Yesterday, because it was dark and she was extremely tired, she didn't get a good look. Today, she insisted on taking a proper look around.
But before that, "Brother Guangran, how are the quails doing?" Gong Ruini remembered something very important.
Only now did she remember this, Zhao Guangran shrugged, "By the time you think of it, those quails would be dead."
At critical times, Gong Ruini was unreliable, "They're all taken care of. I went to check today, and they're in good spirits. I estimate that in a few more days, they'll recover."
"Mm, in two weeks at most, we can start taking orders."
"Hopefully by next month, the quails will lay more eggs." Zhao Guangran rambled about his observations of the quails.
