The next day, Ji Huan had just woken up, and Guan Shan had already returned from taking the horses for a walk on the back mountain.
"Breakfast is ready. Go wash up."
Ji Huan nodded and brushed past him.
Both of them did their best to act nonchalant, as if last night's unpleasant parting had never happened.
Breakfast was pickled vegetable congee again. 'I ate two bowls last night,' Ji Huan thought, 'so Guan Shan must think I like it. That's why he made it again.'
As it turned out, lunch was still pickled vegetable congee... She could already guess what was for dinner.
Ji Huan stared at Guan Shan very seriously. "Is this the only thing you know how to make?"
Guan Shan: "...Yeah."
'And here I thought... What a lovely misunderstanding.'
With this weighing on her mind, she went to check on the Hu Family's place and West River Gully.
By the time she arrived, the sun was already setting in the west. The pre-work training was over, and production had begun.
