Zuo Linna wore a Lenin suit in navy blue, washed until it was nearly faded, with a small red star badge pinned to the collar. Below, she wore khaki trousers pressed into a sharp, straight line, and on her feet were black cloth shoes with square openings, still dusted with a few specks of mud. She carried an old faux-leather bag stamped with the word "Shanghai," the strap leaving a shallow crease across her shoulder. Her two braided pigtails swung gently with every step, and as soon as she caught sight of Lin Moyang, a bright, joyful smile lit up her delicate, oval face.
In no time at all, she was walking with a light, graceful gait toward him. As she approached, beaming like a spring breeze, Shen Youwei, who had been busy taking notes, suddenly stopped her pen. Looking up, she noticed the way Zuo Linna was staring at Lin Moyang, and a faint sense of alarm stirred within her.
"Brother Yang, I’ve managed to develop that recipe you gave me. I had the villagers try it out, and everyone loved it!" Zuo Linna said, her smile as vibrant as a flower.
Chapter 126