Jiang Xinyu saw Wei Kaiyun off, then hurriedly prepared.
Boiled water noodle soup, this way the pancakes won't be hard even when they're cold.
She was busy until eleven o'clock, and finally finished all the preparations. Five pancakes, a lunchbox of pig's head meat, and shredded pickles beside it. The thermos was filled with half a bottle of millet porridge.
She only brought a set of outer clothes, no sweater or thermal pants, planning to buy them in the Capital or the Provincial City.
This is a homemade cloth bag, the kind that you carry.
At five-thirty, Jiang Xinyu got up, the stove had already gone out, and she made two large bowls of lamb offal noodles and two fried bun slices with the pot.
Wei Kaiyun arrived at the door by car at six. He found the main gate ajar, pushed it open, and the courtyard was filled with the aroma of food.
"Hurry and eat, is the luggage prepared?"
"Mm, it's ready."
