Jiang Xingye knew the buns used different flour just by the smell. With one bite, a particularly unusual sweet flavor filled his mouth. He was starving, yet one bun was already half full.
A warm energy coursed through his body, and the fatigue from working all morning was completely gone.
The tomatoes were alright; you could tell they were grown in his yard. But the eggs were different; they seemed like eggs but weren't quite eggs.
Xu Qinghuan sat next to him and whispered, "If you can't finish the buns, give one to the team leader and Guizhi Aunt."
"What did you send the Educated Youths?" Jiang Xingye asked calmly.
Xu Qinghuan replied, "They got mixed flour buns and stir-fried greens."
She pointed to the food in Jiang Xingye's hand, "This is just for you."
Gentleness almost overflowed from Jiang Xingye's eyes as he softly answered, "I will finish the buns."
Even if he couldn't finish them, he would eat them all and not share with anyone—not even important family.
