The bustle of Lao Song's family didn't resonate with those leaving. At this moment, the returning people drove their cars, unable to resist picking out a sweet strawberry from the basket to eat delicately, all the while longing:
"Now that we've left, what big dish do you think they'll cook themselves tonight?"
"They'll probably stew some pig trotters, right?"
"I barely got any of the pig blood tofu stew at lunch..."
"Now they've got time, shouldn't they wash the pork lungs clean?"
"You know, our Princess is really lively! If they need a dog in the future, sending her over would be pretty good."
"If they could cover my meals, I'd consider being a security guard..."
"Zhu Xin, you talk a lot, chat with them more. If there's anything good, don't forget to let us know, brothers."
"Not just you guys, don't forget about our system on this side too..."
"Yes, yes, Firefighting and Martial Capital all have dogs, we're not divided!"
