You Can't Tell?

"The wheat in my space is still in the storage room, it's not too late to take it out when we need to use it."

Xue Yan had no objections at all. He nodded again. "Then when we come back from the village, we'll hire two aunties to help us make the paste."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan," Jiang Yue had no objections either.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps rushing out from next door. Zhang Dazhu and Zhang Shoushou had changed into their best clothes and rushed in front of them.

Even though they were in their best clothes, the clothes they were still had patches in them. It was just that there were not as many patches as the clothes they usually wore.

However, after changing their clothes, Zhang Dazhu and Zhang Shoushou were in a much better mood than before.