After stepping out of the house, she saw Xu Dagui weaving a bamboo basket in the courtyard. "Da Gui, if your hand isn't well, you shouldn't be making these."
"It's fine, it's almost healed," Xu Dagui said sincerely, shaking his head. He added, "Let Ling'er go and watch, I'll take him, he won't get lost."
"I've already agreed to it, don't spoil him," Lin Qiao said earnestly.
Hearing her reply, Xu Dagui grinned, "We're not spoiling him, he listens."
She found it hard to believe they weren't spoiling him, but Lin Qiao didn't say anything further. She turned and went to the kitchen to prepare things for tomorrow's stall at the dock.
She was busy all afternoon, and after dinner, Lin Qiao had Lin Ling take a bath before bringing him inside to sleep. Xu Dagui slept in another room.
The next day, before dawn.
