The wide and long cement road alone was enough to make people in other villages envious.
After dinner, each family would leave one person to help Ni Cuihua clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. With many hands at work, it didn't take long for the small kitchen to be tidied up neatly.
Mrs. Zheng sighed, "The atmosphere of this village is really great!"
Mr. Zheng nodded, "Yes! It feels like we've gone back many years." After spending many years in elite circles, the emotional warmth had faded somewhat.
The next day.
Ni Yang planned to visit her master and his wife.
She bought a lot of nutritional supplements and set off on her bike.
The couple lived on the other side of Beijing, more than 60 kilometers away from Jinghua Village. Riding a bike was not enough, so Ni Yang cycled to the city, then took a taxi.
Standing in front of the familiar courtyard gate, Ni Yang was filled with mixed feelings.
