Thankfully, the medicine had already been applied, and it covered the bloody smell on her body, but when she was eating noodles earlier, the wound on her tongue still hurt her terribly.
What should I do?
Given the current situation, what should I do?
Sitting in the noodle shop, Dong Huiying pondered carefully. Suddenly, she heard someone say...
"Isn't this Sister Su? Are you back from picking up goods?"
"Yes, indeed!"
Sister Su was a woman in her thirties, with a sharp look. Dong Huiying instinctively looked outside the noodle shop and saw a line of carts parked outside. It was not quite spring yet, and the carts were covered with cotton quilts to keep out the cold, suggesting that they were loaded with something that couldn't withstand freezing.
Sister Su, along with a few other women, sat down in the noodle shop. After ordering noodles, they started chatting with acquaintances.
