The hardships of rural life in her past life felt so distant now. A long period of city living separated her from those memories, and she had long forgotten what it was truly like. It had all become just hollow words on a page. But no matter how fitting the words, without personal experience, one could never truly understand the effort and toil behind the saying that "every single grain comes from hardship."
She handed cotton cloths to Qingmu and Zhang Huai so they could wash their faces.
Zhang Huai grinned widely at her, showing a set of white teeth. "Heh heh," he chuckled. "Food tastes best when you're this hungry. I haven't even eaten, but just smelling it makes me happy. There's nothing better than coming home to a delicious hot meal after a hard day's work."
