Shao Qingyuan turned around and saw her. He did not say anything.
He held a coarse steamed bun in his hand and took a big bite. There were immediately some steamed bun crumbs stuck to his dry lips. It was so dry that it seemed difficult to swallow.
Gu Yundong felt as if her throat and eyes were blocked, especially when she saw a small piece of steamed bun fall to the ground and smash into the soil, creating a small pit.
Gu Yundong was speechless. How hard was it? Could it be digested?
She couldn't help but swallow. Behind her, she heard Madam Dong's hurried footsteps.
"Yundong, I don't have anything good at home. Those are vegetables planted by my family. There are many in the courtyard. Take them back and eat them." She walked out with a basket in her hand. When she looked up, she saw Shao Qingyuan from next door.
