'Could the reason be that I returned the clothes to Zeng Xiaodao?'
Shen Lu stroked her chin. After thinking it over, that seemed to be the only explanation.
'Oh well, there's no point in dwelling on the past.'
'In any case, the progress bar is almost half full. Even if I'm a little confused about how it happened, it means the mission is almost done.'
As evening fell, the Wang Family Sisters came over, still pushing their small cart piled with some decent-quality scrap metal.
It had been raining for the past few days. Shen Lu wasn't the only one feeling frustrated; the Wang Family Sisters were anxious too.
With the bad weather, they couldn't even leave the house, let alone go to the junkyard to scavenge for scraps.
If they couldn't scavenge, they couldn't trade with Shen Lu for steamed buns.
