The next morning, the autumn wind suddenly became strong.
The sky was overcast, and it seemed like it would rain anytime.
The leaves that were still stubbornly latched yesterday were defeated like a poor scholar, and were blown to the ground by the strong autumn wind, as if the ground had turned yellow overnight.
The fallen leaves rolled on the ground with the wind, brushing and pulling, adding to the loneliness.
Occasionally, a pedestrian's foot stepped on it, and it shattered into pieces.
Aunt Zhao came directly wearing a cashmere coat, "Last night, the wind blew all night, it may be cooling down, Little Liu, you and Baobao should keep warm... What's so fragrant?"
Baobao said happily, "It's a stew!"
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and asked, "Auntie, what is Luzhu?"
Liu Yan, who was wearing a mask inside, said in a dull voice, "...It's delicious cooked in marinade."
