The chief editor Sun's car drove away.
Took away a cup of unfinished tea, leaving a colossal task.
Gu Lan excitedly paced back and forth in the room.
"Sister-in-law! 'Renminhua Magazine'! Now everyone in the courtyard will be so jealous of you!"
Lin Wan Yi didn't speak.
She walked to the window and looked at the big locust tree outside the yard.
Under the shade, a few military wives were sewing shoe soles while chatting, occasional laughter echoing out.
The magazine's honor is great.
But she knew very well, the root of the art lies within them.
"Lanlan, are there still any sunflower seeds at home?"
"Yes, do you want some, sister-in-law?"
"No."
Lin Wan Yi walked into the kitchen, poured a small bag of pumpkin seeds into a basin, and then quietly added some spiritual spring water.
After soaking for a while, she slowly dried them over a small flame in a pan.
A strange, rich fragrance wafted out from the kitchen.
Afternoon.
