Su Lianyun took a look and realized, well, she was worrying for nothing!
"It's fine, eat up."
The three-person group in the thatched house buried their heads in drinking porridge, and the three siblings in the big brick house finally sensed something was off.
Shen Qingmei said, "Big brother, do you smell that fragrance? I'm so hungry!" Just like usual, she got up, washed her face, and went to queue at the team warehouse for tools. But today something was going on at home, and she probably wouldn't be able to go to work. With nothing to do, she focused on her stomach, which had been growling since midnight. Now smelling the aroma, how could she resist?
Shen Qingzhi glanced at the third house's thatched hut and said maliciously, "Is Uncle Three's family eating alone? Qingmei, if you go late, all you'll get to drink is dishwater."
