There aren't many young people in the town.
There are even fewer young people in the village.
Most of them have left.
Once the house was refurbished, there was no need to eliminate formaldehyde or anything like that.
It's not new furniture; all of it was old furniture collected from other places.
This way, there was no need to artificially age them again.
Zhou Yun laid her own sheets and blankets on the bed, tidied up a bit, and walked through every room.
"This is quite nice."
She said with a smile.
Wen Bing asked, "Can you cook?"
"More or less."
"I want to film more shots of you cooking," Wen Bing said. "Practice more in the coming days, especially the dishes mentioned in the script."
Zhou Yun said, "Sure."
She didn't learn on her own; she went to find Xiuxiu's mother, gave her one thousand yuan, and asked her to teach her cooking, specifically those dishes in the script.
Xiuxiu's mother happily agreed.
Xiuxiu's mother started with her from the raw ingredients.
