Jhiang Yuan tilted her head, looking at him.
Sincere, innocent, with no deceit...
"I understand, I'll head back first."
It was pointless to ask; it would only serve to embarrass herself.
Besides, Song Yi had put it that way because he did not want her to know.
After all, considering the nature of their current relationship, saying too much was not advisable, so she let it be.
After being escorted back, Jhiang Yuan's worries only grew.
Not wanting to burden her parents with anxiety, she kept it to herself.
Jhiang Xingzhi and Qin Yue had not been idle these past few days, tending to the vegetable garden in the space very well.
They even planted more pumpkins, winter melons, and gourds.
They chose large, high-yield crops that were filling.
In addition, they harvested a lot of mature vegetables, drying what they could,
and blanching and freezing what could not be dried.