Qiao Xiaomai was "..."
Her heart felt like a churned pot of mixed flavors.
These, clearly, were things of the future.
Although she had speculated that Tong Sanlang's mistress's great-grandmother had also time-traveled, hearing these words so explicitly still made her feel a complicated swirl of emotions.
When she first arrived, she dreamed of going back.
But now...
She drooped her eyes, her nose stinging a little.
"Looking at the bright moon, I am reminded of my hometown," this sentence seemed to encapsulate her current feelings.
Although her family and loved ones were here, her hometown was somewhere else.
After Tong Sanlang returned from Anping Village, he continued kneading the dough. His strength was great, making him perfectly suited for this task.
The dough tub was placed on the table outside the kitchen. He kept busy while also listening to the sound of Qiao Xiaomai's activities.