Old Cheng happily agreed and sat down by the bonfire after lowering the curtain, also throwing some firewood in casually.
As he opened his pocket, there was a bunch of sweet potatoes.
"These yam eggs are good, you can eat them raw, roasted, fried, or boiled! They can fill you up any way you eat them. Very good! Good!"
As he spoke, he had already placed a circle of sweet potatoes around the bonfire and began to roast them.
The darkness of the night deepened.
Outside, the rain continued to fall softly.
Liu Sisi changed the hot water several times, finally finishing washing the clothes. She then moved the stove, lined the clothes up, and hung them on bamboo poles to dry.
Old Cheng had a lot to say and was very cheerful. Many interesting words came out of his mouth, quickly attracting Elderly Mr. Di's attention. Elderly Mr. Di also occasionally interjected, chatting idly with gestures.
Seeing that Liu Sisi started to dry the clothes, Old Cheng also casually took one to help.
