But soon Axiang shook her head again, feeling pity that such a handsome man had unfortunately developed such a mental disorder.
"Where is your rice bin located? And what do you plan to cook tonight?" Axiang asked.
As soon as she finished the question, Dabao immediately pointed to one of the rooms and said, "There."
Dabao's house was also a tiled house, which the village chief had helped repair a few years earlier. Thus, the house still looked decent. It had four rooms in total, with a central hall. The room off the hall was used by Dabao to store rice, as well as the corn and potatoes he had collected.
The rice was kept in a rice bin, still half full. About a dozen ears of corn were left, and there was a pile of potatoes, probably from the last batch harvested at the end of the year.
It seemed he still knew how to manage daily life.
