"No need, Aunt Hua has already packed up the steamer basket. We'll use it again tomorrow."
"I can handle all of this now. You've been helping for several days, I feel quite bad about it. You should go back to school and not delay your studies."
Alright, Qin Xiangnuan was originally going to help clean up, but Aunt Hua pulled her onto the tricycle, insisting that Aunt Hua's eldest son take her back to the village, lest she returns too late and catch a cold. Qin Xiangnuan couldn't argue with Aunt Hua. Sitting in the tricycle, facing the cold wind, she placed her hands over her mouth, exhaling a breath of white mist, only then did her fingers feel slightly warmer.
Nuannuan is back.
