The scorching sun blazed down, and on the edge of the open fields of the farm, Zhuo Feng clenched a sweet potato leaf in his hand, attempting to fan some breeze towards himself.
Feng Xing was repairing the farm's hedge fence; the blistering sunlight of early July had turned his face as red as a half-baked sweet potato.
"Take a break, we can fix it in the evening," Zhuo Feng felt sorry for his man. Putting aside the sweet potato leaf, he brought out a bowl of mung bean soup from the kitchen. When they moved last time, Zhuo Feng found the refrigerator too cumbersome and sold it, and now he regretted it to the point of turning blue. The couple didn't have leftover food to worry about, but in such hot weather, not having a refrigerator to chill cold drinks and fruits was indeed inconvenient.
