After saying this, Mia hastily tapped her forehead with her index finger, "Oh no, oh no, once we start talking, I lose track of time. I'm going to check the kitchen!"
She flashed a smile at Yan Xiaye, and with a light and nimble stride, she dashed out of the cabin as if making a hasty retreat.
Wait, is it a hasty retreat?
Staring at the closed cabin door for a while, Yan Xiaye pondered her penniless situation, utterly baffled as to why Mia would need to deceive her.
Perplexed, she shrank back under the covers, striving to return to her dreams, but soon heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.
Peeking out from under the covers, she saw Mia returning, hugging a wooden barrel nearly half as tall as she was, filled to the brim with potatoes.
With effort, Mia placed the barrel with a thud beside Yan Xiaye's bed, then straightened up and wiped the sweat from her brow, confusedly tilting her head and asking, "Sis, Uncle said you asked him for this job?"
"Ah, yes!"
