Even though Song Yun is President Song, if I eat first, I might offend him. Anyway, eating a bit later won't kill me.
Dinner wasn't lavish, just simple rice and vegetables, and a serving of braised pork.
Of course, this isn't considered lavish for people like Song Yun, but for those in the mountains, braised pork is already quite a luxury.
After a simple dinner, Song Yun handed over today's footage to the cameraman and let him edit it himself. Then, he strolled around the primary school playground with Mo Yuyao.
They talked about many things, but maybe because the invisible yet real ice between them had been broken, their conversation felt much closer than before.
"Staying here all the time isn't viable," Song Yun said. "How about this, you stay here for a while longer, then I'll send someone to take over your job so you can go back to Sunan for a break. If you still want to come back, you can return for half the year. What do you think?"
