Kitchens in the countryside were built huge. Green tiles covered the kitchen. Smoke rose from the cracks. Ye Jian added two sticks of firewood to the fire to cook the porridge in the clay pot. The fire shone on her face. The warm light didn't melt the coldness in her eyes.
Pursing her lips, she answered softly, "I know all about it. They don't dare to make a big fuss now, and I won't be relentless. We won't waste our efforts by acting and making mistakes before the crucial period."
Sitting in the chair, Uncle Gen stared at the girl that he and Chen Dongfeng had groomed. He coughed softly and revealed a rare serious expression on his face. He looked at Ye Jian and said in a low voice, "Grandpa wants to tell you something. Jian, you have to listen carefully. Before you have completely made sense of everything, you can't tell anyone about this easily even if it's Major Xia."
Ye Jian was stunned. "Go ahead."
