Qiao Xiaomai, on hearing this, looked up the way she'd seen people do on TV, but her gaze still remained downward.
Yang Ye's eyebrows, sloping up toward his temples, quirked at the unexpected sight. This village girl was quite attractive.
With some grooming, she could easily rival the noble ladies of the Capital City.
As he contemplated this, a new interest flickered in his eyes, "Did you make all this food?"
Qiao Xiaomai quietly confirmed.
"Did you also make these cold jelly noodles?" he asked again.
Qiao Xiaomai continued to confirm.
"You're quite clever," Yang Ye praised.
While he was managing snow disaster relief in Qinglu Prefecture, the area was so barren that aside from sweet potatoes, the yields of all other crops and vegetables were low. Moreover, he arrived there in January, when the only greens available were radishes and Chinese cabbage, along with some dried vegetables. Having stayed there for nearly three months, he was nearly bored to death of the fare.