The rest of the people just listened from the side, with Zhao Xiaojing occasionally adding some comments.
It was already noon. "You should eat here today."
Tan Shaoting heard this and went down to the field, "I'll do it."
Su Yuanyuan shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Let us do it."
Lunch was steamed cornbread and stewed sauerkraut, and Su Yuanyuan also fried a bowl of peppers. Of course, there wasn't much oil, but it was already very fragrant.
It had been a long time since they had such food. Su Yuanyuan steamed fifty cornbread clumps larger than her fist, and unexpectedly, none were left over. Half a pot of sauerkraut was also eaten up.
Zhao Qingxiang and his group of five felt a bit embarrassed. They had eaten too much.
"Yuanyuan, sorry, we ate so much."
