Three days later, Bai Zhixi finally returned, looking somewhat thinner.
Wan Chu'er felt a twinge of heartache and asked, "Mom, is the situation in Wanzhou very tricky?"
"Ah?" Bai Zhixi didn't go to Wanzhou, so she didn't react immediately.
"You've lost weight," Wan Chu'er pointed at her face.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed her body had indeed slimmed down a lot.
Bai Zhixi turned around and lowered her head to check the college entrance examination bag that Wan Chu'er had prepared, which had two pencils, three pens, an eraser, a pencil sharpener, a ruler, and other items.
"There is something going on in Wanzhou; someone wants to buy our family's pickle workshop and the pickle-making skills," Bai Zhixi thought for a bit and revealed a hint.
