While Zhao Zhan was busy, Yue Jiaojiao, who was on the other side, heard someone knocking on the door. She carried Chengfeng and walked over to open the door.
"Li Miao?"
Yue Jiaojiao looked at Li Miao and said with a smile, "Did Zhao Zhan trouble you to take care of me again? I'm so sorry."
"You don't have to be so polite with me." Li Miao stepped into the yard and locked the door. She walked into the kitchen with great familiarity. "Are you hungry? I'll cook something up for you."
"There's no need."
The sky had already turned dark, and Yue Jiaojiao guessed that Zhao Zhan hadn't been to the village for a few days and needed time to look around. He was busy teaching people and farming, so she went to town to buy some food after waking up.
"I've brought some food back. It's still warm. If you don't mind, we can eat together."
