Song Sancheng first felt a longing, then a bit embarrassed.
Early in the morning, there wasn't much to do. Qiaoqiao said she wanted to cook a pot of porridge and wait for Lun Chuan to come so they could eat together, so everyone was moving leisurely.
The electronic scale carefully measured the weight, the packaging machine slowly packed and sealed, while gossiping about village rumors...
Before long, they heard the sound of a car outside the courtyard.
In the winter, at around six in the morning, the sky was still dark, with only a misty hint of blue and purple at the horizon.
A plain car wound its way through the bamboo forest, which appeared even more lush and green in the mist, and slowly stopped at the courtyard entrance.
When the driver got out of the car and took out the suitcase, Lun Chuan also hugged the flowers and pushed open the car door.
"Oh my..."
