"Then let's work hard together?" Ji Zhao smiled brightly at him, her gaze becoming even gentler.
"Mm."
At the end of November, Dingyuan County welcomed the first snow.
The snowflakes fluttered. In less than half a day, the entire Dingyuan County was painted dreamily.
Before 3pm, all the delicacies in the frying shop were sold out.
"Shen Yao, since the snow isn't heavy today, let's go back to the village?" After Ji Zhao cleaned up the counter, she turned around and walked to Shen Yao, who was reading.
"Okay."
However, just as the couple walked out of the shop, a thin old man suddenly fell in front of them!
"Sir?" Shen Yao hurriedly helped him up. He subconsciously checked the old man's breathing and said nervously, "Ah Tao, this old man is on his last breath!"
