Jiang Xinyu decided to have sheep intestine noodles tonight, hand-cut wide noodles.
While boiling water, Jiang Xinyu soaked the clothes and wiped the house inside and out, thinking of making a mop tomorrow to clean the floor, always feeling it's not clean enough when sweeping.
At seven, Wei Kaiyun arrived, and by seven thirty, they were eating sheep intestine noodles.
"Director Wei, is there anything bad happening above?"
"No."
Then why do you have such a long face? It's unlucky.
The two ate dinner silently, and after Wei Kaiyun left, Jiang Xinyu felt better.
Jiang Xinyu took out the radio and listened to the lively conversation of the opera, finding it quite pleasant to the ears.
After the clothes were hung out to dry, she washed her feet and got on the kang.
Wei Kaiyun, however, was absent-minded, his mind kept flashing images of Jiang Xinyu looking at Lv Beiguang.
