When Jiao Bai drove to Xiaotun, it was just past ten o'clock in the morning.
To keep Zhang Huihui company, Xiao Jian and Gaohu had deliberately cleared their schedules and didn't go out to the fields today.
Early that morning, Zhang Huihui had rolled up her sleeves and made them breakfast. Although not lavish—just two kinds of pickled vegetables and a few small, fragrant, soft oil pancakes she had made herself, plus a bowl of millet porridge for each—the two young men finally got a proper breakfast.
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