With a look of normalcy and a tone to match, the fire in Lu Yuanfeng's heart finally subsided, and he nodded vigorously.
"Good!"
Mu Shuangshuang weighed the basket in her hand, thought about the ingredients already at home, and the two discussed before heading down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, Mu Shuangshuang dug up some roots of fish mint to add a bit into the beef bone soup later.
The two chatted and laughed all the way home.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, Mu Shuangshuang noticed that there were more people than usual, and the place where Liu Zian used to teach was now crowded with people.
It was so noisy, you couldn't even hear what Liu Zian was saying. Those people, each holding a bowl from her house, kept sneaking glances into the kitchen to see what's cooking, which really irked Mu Shuangshuang.
"What are you doing here?" Mu Shuangshuang asked.
"Listening to the lecture, can't you see this kid's teaching the village kids?"
