The car's air conditioning was set to its coldest, but the temperature inside was still 30 degrees Celsius. Jing Shu was sweating profusely and felt intensely thirsty.
I've had enough of sipping water drop by drop like in my previous life. Why should I ration the water I worked so hard to get in this life? I usually drink juice, anyway. Though Jing Shu had these thoughts, she said nothing aloud.
Su Long licked his chapped lips, looking enviously at Jing Shu. His aunt didn't even scold her for drinking water so freely.
"All the water in our house is obtained by Jing Shu. She can drink as much as she wants," Mrs. Jing said. She was busy reviewing the list of supplies from the Management Department in their WeChat group. "The department has reduced the water supply. There isn't even enough water for irrigation now, so the vegetables they grow are all wilted. But there's nothing to be done."
