They continued to work like this for a while. Suddenly, light footsteps were heard, followed by Mo Ruyue's voice.
"Be careful. Don't spill it, or you'll get scalded."
Then, Da Bao pulled the cart into the courtyard. There was a big pot on the cart, which was steaming.
"Come, everyone, wash your hands with the well in the courtyard. It's already noon, so let's just make do with some noodles and soup."
As Mo Ruyue spoke, she lifted the lid of the pot. A wave of hot air mixed with the aroma of the broth hit their faces, immediately making the hungry villagers drool.
"This... Mrs. Qin, you just went home... to prepare lunch for us?"
Someone asked in surprise.
"Everyone, you're helping me clean up my house. Can I not bring you guys a pot of noodle soup? Is it a difficult task?" Mo Ruyue said indifferently.
