Choo Lan felt a sourness at the bottom of her eyes. She suddenly said to Zhu Xiaohong, who was tending the fire, "I just remembered I haven't done something, let's leave, sister-in-law. It seems that they don't need your help here anymore, we won't add to the chaos."
Zhu Xiaohong had always been obedient to Choo Lan.
She didn't want to squat there and cook in such an aggrieved manner anyway.
Think about it, a nurse from the base hospital, assisting a country girl—how could she possibly feel comfortable about it?
So, upon hearing Choo Lan's words, she felt as if she had been granted amnesty.
She hurriedly stood up—actually, by this time, Zhu Xiaohong's stomach was growling with hunger.
Her saliva didn't stop flowing as she bent down to tend to the fire.
To be honest, Gu Qiaoqiao's stir-fried dishes were really fragrant.
Each dish made one's mouth water.
But she knew that no matter what, she couldn't eat today's meal.