Mo Yan and her companions had been busy all morning, their waists and hands indeed sore from the labor. Relieved to have some help, she quickly set down the cleaver and untied her apron, smiling.
At that moment, Dani came over with some tea, pouring a bowl for each person who had come to help.
Mo Yan took a sip and tasted the sweetness of sugar spread throughout. She was not fond of such sugared water, barely managing to drink half a bowl before setting it down on the table. Unexpectedly, a seven or eight-year-old child spotted it, gleefully rushed over, and in one breath, finished the remaining half bowl, even relishing the bowl's bottom for one last taste.
Mo Yan's eyes bulged in astonishment. She reached out to stop him, but it was too late. It wasn't that she minded the child's lack of manners for drinking her sugared water without asking—it was simply too unhygienic for her comfort, and it caused her some distress.