"The rough ones, for sewing shoes."
Li Guifen urged her to hurry out, but at that moment, Fan Er suddenly called out to him, "Widow Song, can I have a word with you?"
Li Guifen was stunned for a moment, then reacted enthusiastically, "Talk to me, she's going out to buy thread for me." As she spoke, she gave Lin Qiao a look.
Worried that Fan Er would get involved with her daughter.
Lin Qiao couldn't help but smile, then looked at Fan Er, "You guys mind your words, and I'll do the same."
Fan Er understood the meaning, and a joyous look flashed across his face, "I won't, I won't talk nonsense anymore." After speaking, he paid for the porridge and left.
Seeing them speaking in riddles, Li Guifen pulled Lin Qiao over and asked, "What's all this about minding words? When did you two start talking?"
If she didn't say it, Li Guifen probably wouldn't be at ease, so Lin Qiao briefly told about Fan Er and Little Wife Zhu, cough, of course, she didn't say how she found out.
