Although Yue Jiaojiao was squeamish, she never cared about where she was.
During special times, when the conditions could only be that way, she would not insist on pestering him and be needy. Moreover, Zhao Zhan had already given her the best he could.
"I'm a little hungry."
Zhao Zhan immediately sat at the table and handed over the dry food he had brought.
The weather was cold, and the buns and flatbread could be preserved for a few days. Before he made the decision to go to Hekou County, Zhao Zhan had already made soybean paste with the soybeans at home.
When he took out the soybean paste, Yue Jiaojiao couldn't help but exclaim, "Zhao Zhan, you're such a treasure. You're more useful than anything I've ever known."
Being looked at by her with such a sincere and passionate gaze, Zhao Zhan felt a little embarrassed. He placed the stuffed bun in Yue Jiaojiao's hands without saying a word.
