In the deep night of October, the temperature had already dropped. Old Lady Zhou sat by the edge of the woods, her double-layered coats unable to ward off the increasingly penetrating cold.
She was old and often dozed off. Originally, she had been quite tired carrying a hoe to dig up sweet potatoes, and now, the colder and colder she felt, the sleepier she became.
Ahead, not only was the area brightly lit, but two drivers were also chatting and laughing, holding bowls of hot loofah and egg drop soup in their hands.
The loofah was tender and the eggs were fresh and fragrant. It seemed like she could smell the oily aroma from afar. Old Lady Zhou watched with resentment, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
This Lao Song's family! Why are they so wealthy, having people collect vegetables even late at night?
Looking at the baskets of vegetables, neatly and cleanly arranged, especially tempting in the white plastic baskets, Old Lady Zhou instantly forgot about the sweet potatoes.
