Wang Erya was 13 years old, Xiao Qing was 12, and Xiaozhi was 5. In her eyes, they were just children. She, on the other hand, had almost become their leader.
The three children listened to her and left.
However, they would look over from time to time, waiting for Lin Xiaoyue to say that the cold cakes were ready so they could eat.
After lunch, Lin Xiaoyue, Aunt Wang, and the others washed the dishes and cleaned up the temporary kitchen.
Then, she went to check on the cold glutinous cakes.
Wang Erya volunteered to go with her.
Lin Xiaozhi also asked her to wait for him and went after them.
Xiao Qing, on the other hand, was a little more shy. He didn't follow them this time, but stood by the shed to watch.
When they reached the stream, Lin Xiaoyue pulled the big wooden bucket over and took off the cloth covering it.
Seeing that the cold cake had completely solidified and looked yellowish, a smile appeared on her face.
