Anning, wearing a grey cloth shirt, squatted in the field to observe the growth of the wheat.
Xiao Yuan held a large fan to shield Anning from the sun.
He watched Anning's serene face, a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"The wheat is growing very well."
Anning looked up at Xiao Yuan: "Have you ever farmed?"
"No."
Xiao Yuan smiled: "But I have seen wheat. Others don't grow it as well as you do."
Anning recorded her observations and stood up. Xiao Yuan stretched out his hand, then pulled it back.
As he lowered his head, he saw Anning's tender, white feet on the ground, and quickly turned away, not daring to let his gaze drift back to her.
Anning left the wheat field and went to check the nearby rice paddy.
Looking at the fairly robust plants in the rice field, she stretched her waist and said, "next year, we can introduce some fish fry into the rice paddy."
Xiao Yuan was puzzled: "Won't the fish eat the rice?"
