She patted Xiuxiu's head and said, "Be more careful when you walk in the future."
Xiuxiu nodded and murmured an agreement.
Yu Zhiyang was indeed a young boy, eating three bowls of rice in one go, like a whirlwind.
No need to worry about him getting fat; with his build, he's lean and not a trace of excess fat.
Zhou Yun was happy to see the fish she made wiped out.
The joy of cooking.
After dinner, Yi Zhe and Jiang Zilin were about to head back to town.
Unlike Zhou Yun and Yu Zhiyang, they didn't find a farmhouse to stay at here.
"Well, we're off then, see you tomorrow," Yi Zhe said.
After sending them off, Zhou Yun glanced at Yu Zhiyang and said, "You should head back early too, don't keep people waiting."
In the countryside, people generally go to bed early.
Some even close their eyes as early as eight or nine o'clock.
Zhou Yun had gotten used to this schedule, and after getting used to it, she felt very comfortable.
Yu Zhiyang walked off, holding a flashlight.
