Xu Qinghuan came out of the armed department, and Jiang Xingye was waiting beside. Seeing her relaxed expression, he also finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The basket was held by Jiang Xingye, and inside were the rice and flour Xu Qinghuan had taken from her space, ready to take back for eating.
The basket was always tightly covered. Jiang Xingye had no idea how many times she had swapped supplies from inside; he just assumed they were all things she previously bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.
When they reached the state-owned restaurant, Jiang Xingye put her down, "Wait here for me. I'll go drive the tractor to pick up people from the hospital and then come to get you all."
"Mm, okay, go ahead. I'll get you some meat buns!" Xu Qinghuan waved at him and then turned to leave.
Jiang Xingye pulled at her basket, "Give me the basket; it's heavy!"
