The lightness of her demeanor made her think it was a bag of cotton if not for the white flour scattered on the ground around it.
Then, seeing her two hands move the small iron stove down, Mrs. Qin finally realized that her daughter-in-law's strength was indeed considerable.
But no matter what, she was still a girl.
Mrs. Qin convinced herself and while helping her unload things, she continued, "With so much stuff, it's always good to have someone lend a hand when moving it."
"Mom, this isn't a lot. I can handle it myself, and if I couldn't, I would definitely call dad and my older brother," Lin Chuxia knew her mother-in-law was worried about her just having married into the family and too embarrassed to ask for help.
Seeing the pile of big bones on the handcart, Lin Chuxia discussed with Mrs. Qin, "Mom, my basin is sent up for fermentation, could you knead some extra dough at noon? I'll stew some big bone soup, and we can all have noodle soup together?"