In a simple and crude house.
Old Zhang and his daughter stared at the young man standing in front of them.
The young man had already changed into a clean, patched-up coat. It seemed that his body was tall and strong, making the coat look tight.
If one looked closely, they would see that the young man's eyes were dull, and he was standing on the ground in a daze. He was holding a cornmeal with both hands and nibbling on it.
"Slow down, there's more in the pot ..."
Old Zhang was shocked by his table manners. He looked at his daughter helplessly.""When did he wake up?"
"I don't know,"
"When you were still forging just now, I went out to find Grandpa Lin to get medicine. When I came back, I saw him get out of bed ..." Cui Hua shook her head again and again.
At this point, she felt her face burning, and she couldn't help but recall the previous scene.
