People often have to wait until after losing something to be filled with regret.
Mrs. Xiao Li regretted it!
But in her heart, she knew clearly that it was too late for regrets now.
She wanted Yuan Bao to come back, but it was very, very difficult.
Mrs. Xiao Li might not know the idiom "spilt water cannot be gathered up again," but she understood the meaning perfectly in her heart.
Mrs. Xiao Li splashed her face with another handful of water, letting herself experience the bone-chilling cold again.
The cold was biting, digging into her heart.
Mrs. Xiao Li became much more clear-headed, turned around, and went back to the kitchen. Her spirit was lifted somewhat, and her face showed a little expression, no longer in a muddled state.
At lunchtime, the men sat at one table, the women at another, and the children at yet another.
Mrs. Xiao Li took the initiative to look after the children's table, and during this time, she served Yuan Bao quite a bit of food.
