"Alright, let's do it this way. Let your mom go with you to dig, I'll come to the mountain and look for you when it's almost dark."
"Dad, it's that valley you took me to." Wang Xiaolong told Wang Jianqiang.
"Alright, I know, you two are tired from a whole day, quickly go back and sleep."
Wang Ailing washed up and fell asleep on the bed. Luckily, she didn't have to grind corn in the middle of the night.
Jiang Xinyu returned home, put the basket in her space, then went down to the cellar, took out the basket, and piled the yams inside the cellar.
Today was tiring enough, but seeing the dough that had already risen in the basin, she resignedly steamed buns so she could boil water and cook at the same time.
She took out the steamer, cleaned it, put a cloth in, and placed the prepared buns inside, filling the steamer both top and bottom.
This way, tomorrow will be better than today, won't have to starve again like today, it's so painful.
