Yang Hongxing hummed in her heart, taking a good look at Yang Hongxing.
Everything had changed, not a bit like when he toiled in the fields of Shuanglong Village.
His sense of style had improved, his spirit seemed lifted, and his skin was no longer dark; he looked just like a local now.
Before, Liao Xiaoxiao's family life was even worse than hers, but looking at her now, her face was glowing with health, like a wealthy lady.
And offering her taro-flavored cake too, what was that about? Did she look down on her?
In these times, it was only the poor, those who couldn't afford meals, who ate sweet potatoes and taro.
When Liao Xiaoxiao asked Tang Li to bring taro cake for Yang Hongxing, she felt as if Liao Xiaoxiao was looking down on her.
If she wanted to eat taro, couldn't she just boil some when she got home?
In fact, Liao Xiaoxiao's gesture of offering taro-flavored cake was not out of disdain for Yang Hongxing.
