It's often said that June's weather is like a child's face, changing at will.
In truth, that's exactly the case.
At noon, the sun was still shining brightly, but by two or three in the afternoon, it suddenly turned cloudy with fierce winds howling.
The scene of flying sand and rolling stones seemed like a rainstorm was imminent.
The wind outside was especially strong, able to blow through the open door into the house, so naturally, the indoor fan was turned off.
A few people sat in a row at the door, staring outside.
Due to the gusts of wind, there was hardly anyone outside by now.
Looking at the weather, Pei Shanshan furrowed her brows slightly, "Will anyone still come this afternoon? Sister-in-law, should we still make pastries?"
Pastries are best when freshly made.
Even if they can be stored, their taste isn't as good as when they're freshly made.
