Manbao looked carefully and asked, "How does it look like, it's completely different, isn't it?"
Yin Huo also stared at the wheat field, thinking to himself: How does it not look like, it's obviously exactly the same everywhere, right?
The two of them wandered in a daze with the other three, walking through the entire field, picking enough wild vegetables to fill three baskets before they stopped.
The Bai Family's servants had already spread out mats on the grass. When they returned with the baskets, there were tea and snacks laid out on the mats. Mr. Zhuang was sitting cross-legged on the mat, enjoying the spring breeze, his eyes slightly squinted, looking very content.
Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and glanced at them, shook his head slightly, then picked up a teacup and took a sip.
Manbao placed the basket on the grass and sat down next to Mr. Zhuang. After gulping down a cup of tea, she asked, "Sir, aren't you going to play?"
