Although they hadn't slept well all night, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue still got up early the next morning to cook.
Qingxue was concerned about the waste items she hadn't had time to take from the recycling station and also wanted to know if the things hidden in the secret compartment belonged to the Guan Family, so as she kneaded the dough, she rambled on to Lu Jiang.
She was making scallion pancakes, and Lu Jiang had pulled a large bunch of scallions from their plot, pinched off the roots, peeled them, and after washing, chopped them finely.
Listening to her continuous chatter, Lu Jiang not only didn't feel annoyed but actually found it very pleasant to listen to. As she talked on and on, the dough was kneaded over and over again, he couldn't help but smile wryly, "Let's take it easy, take it easy. If we have the chance to retrieve them, we will, and if not, there's no need to fret about it, right? At least we saved some of it."