He Aiguo glanced at Jia Shu, whose face remained expressionless.
It's been three days! Jia Shu hasn't said a word.
The face was as gloomy as a blackened pot.
He Aiguo and the few other male educated youth didn't dare to say much.
Even Gu Dali, who usually loved to argue with Jia Shu, didn't dare to mess around.
After some private inquiry, they finally knew that something had happened at Jia Shu's home.
No one would be so insensitive as to poke at someone's sore spot at such a time.
Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't explain the situation to everyone, as it was really hard to speak about.
He Aiguo saw Jia Shu alone and then followed her inside.
Today it was Jia Shu's turn to cook, and Jiang Xiaoxiao came back late.
He Aiguo entered the kitchen, helping to stoke the fire.
Jia Shu didn't say a word, silently doing her work, kneading the dough.
Today everyone would eat noodles with fried sauce.
