After finishing the meal, Zhang Yu was about to help wash the dishes when Yao Ying stopped her, "I'll wash the dishes."
"Mom, it's just washing dishes, I can do it, and I've already rested for an entire afternoon."
"If I don't move a bit, I'll get stiff." Zhang Yu swiftly cleaned up the table and then went to wash the dishes, her actions quick and efficient.
Yao Ying watched her daughter work so briskly, tears uncontrollably streaming down, "Old Zhang, our daughter..."
Just this summer, she was a child who didn't know anything, and after learning she was going to the countryside as an intellectual youth, Yao Ying hurriedly trained her a bit, yet she was still worried about various things.
She was always concerned whether her child could adapt, and unexpectedly, after a few months, her daughter returned, a bit tanner but not thinner, without any resentment towards them, instead smiling as she recounted the amusing events at the farm.
