Saturday at the River Dam Bungalow.
In the past, Xue Yuantong often stayed in bed until 9 or 10 o'clock on weekends, slowly getting up.
But today, she got up at just 7 o'clock.
Because of the temptation of crawfish.
Although the crawfish was, for the time being, just a big promise Jiang Ning had drawn up, nothing but air, Xue Yuantong decisively bit the bait.
The reason was simple: on big issues, Jiang Ning never lied to her.
Xue Yuantong stood at the doorstep in her flip-flops, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.
She gazed at the lush, expansive fields in the distance, her mood serene.
Her fair arms stretched overhead, her waist lazy as she stretched and could not help reciting to herself:
"Today's weather is clear and sunny, by the flick of a finger, I predict it's perfect for catching shrimp."
Jiang Ning came out from the next door. The weather was indeed fine, and it had been sunny ever since the rain stopped a few days ago.
