Suddenly, her shoulder felt heavy.
When she turned her head, she saw Huo Zhanting had draped a coat over her.
The two exchanged smiles. The air in the village was incredibly fresh. Walking on the village paths, they noticed smoke rising from many chimneys, signaling that families had started cooking.
Villagers they met along the way seemed to have received news already and were not afraid to see them; instead, they enthusiastically invited them over for a meal.
An Lan declined twice but was eventually pulled in by their passionate hospitality. The farm households were mostly self-sufficient, and their breakfast consisted of porridge, steamed buns, and pickles. They felt somewhat embarrassed by the simplicity, while An Lan found the meal exceptionally delicious.
