It was getting dark, and the people working in the fields were gradually returning. Little Yuan Chun filled several large bowls with wild chicken stewed with potatoes and placed them in her space, then took a big bowl to Third Granduncle, Fifth Granduncle, the old village chief, and Second Granduncle's family.
Lastly, she went to Cheng Fang's house, carrying ten extra buns.
Cheng Fang had just returned from the fields and was about to boil water and cook some food when he heard a knock on the door.
Dragging his weary feet, Cheng Fang went to open the door.
Yuan Chun stepped in with a bright smile, "Brother Cheng Fang, I brought you some food. You must be tired after a day of work."
Cheng Fang was touched, his throat tightening a bit, "Not too tired, really, I've gotten used to it."
When you're used to tiredness, you don't really feel it anymore.
Besides, what's a little fatigue? As long as he can eat his fill and not go hungry, he doesn't mind being tired every day.
