Lu Jingzhi summarized before going to sleep—today was a joyful day.
At the Yang family.
Morning.
Village Head Yang was rejecting one idea three times: How could this be? How could this work? Would this be inappropriate?
Let's go back three minutes.
Village Head Yang was in a bad mood early in the morning.
At the dining table, he mentioned whose turn it was to deliver food to Zhang Dabao today.
Seeing her father's worried face that seemed to have aged two years, Yang Yuecheng had an idea and repeated what Xiaomiao had said yesterday.
Then Village Head Yang's dismay appeared.
How strange.
He really wanted to try it.
But it was very strange.
Would it really not kill anyone?
Village Head Yang: "Let's eat. It won't taste good once it gets cold."
After taking two bites, he put down his chopsticks and said, "What do you all think about this method...?"
Truth be told, Village Head Yang wished that Lake West Village had never had anything to do with Zhang Dabao.
