From inside the room, Chen Ruoyu watched the scene unfold, a little speechless.
"Jiaojiao, it's amazing they can still bring themselves to cook. They're really something else."
She was genuinely impressed. After what had just happened, if it had been her, she would've been too embarrassed to stay. She'd have covered her face and run off.
Gu Jiaojiao couldn't agree more.
She couldn't have done it either.
Still, Gu Jiaojiao had a feeling. The way the second and third branches of the Leng Family were trying to butter her and Leng Yuan up… she'd probably find out why today.
Chen Ruoyu glanced at the bustling scene outside, then back at the calm and composed Gu Jiaojiao, feeling increasingly lost.
There were quite a few educated youths sent to the countryside—twenty or thirty of them.
Several of them had already married local village men and women.
Some had even married other educated youths at the settlement.
