For dinner, Old Mrs. Qin made large flatbreads with fermented dough, braised fish, and stir-fried baby bok choy.
The reddish-brown fish was adorned with jade-green spring onions and bright red facing heaven peppers, which just by looking at it, would make anyone's mouth water. Li Qiao's craving was hooked, and clutching her chopsticks, she took big bites: "So fragrant."
"Be careful of bones," Old Mrs. Qin smiled warmly.
Li Qiao grinned foolishly. She had eaten early in the afternoon and had already become hungry before finishing work, absolutely unable to slow down.
After their meal, she and Qin Jin went out for a stroll to help digest, and unwittingly ended up at the Youth Spot.
Du Xinxin and Han Ting had just left, and the Youth Spot's sign was removed and replaced with the Brigade Office sign. The once bustling courtyard now felt empty and quiet.
"The village acts so quickly. Where will they stay at the end of the year to settle their accounts?"
