Qin Yi took the bedding from Uncle Niu and spread it together with Lan Jiaojiao.
Uncle Niu asked them to rest for a while after tidying up, as he went to prepare dinner.
After Qin Yi and Lan Jiaojiao made the kang bed and bantered for a bit, Uncle Niu called them for dinner from the yard.
During dinner, Qin Yi and Lan Jiaojiao met Uncle Niu's son, who was thirty years old, quite sturdy, yet his skin was rough.
Uncle Niu's wife had passed away, leaving only the father and son at home.
Uncle Niu's son seemed to be an honest man, and his eyes were glued to Lan Jiaojiao when he saw her. Meanwhile, during dinner, he kept his head down, his face flushed red.
The meal was simple: two hot dishes, one cold dish, which appeared to be wild vegetables from the mountains and tasted good. People here also loved their staple food, eating homemade steamed buns, and the soup was a sweet corn mush.
"Plain food, nothing like the city, make do with it,"
