"It's to help you ward off the cold. Understand the situation; everyone has a kind heart. Don't treat someone's good intentions like dirt, thinking you're entitled." Fu Xiaoxiao glanced at them and set down the ginger soup.
"Aunt, don't bother with them anymore. You've been busy for half the day, and you haven't even had any yourself!" Fu Xiaoxiao ladled out a bowl for Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang cheerfully dragged Fu Xiaoxiao to sit beside her, sipping the soup one mouthful at a time.
The villagers also ignored the educated youth, having already drunk the ginger soup and feeling their bodies warm up. Each of them started chatting about everyday life, leaving the educated youth aside.
Fu Xiaoxiao's words left the educated youth embarrassed, standing there and wanting to stubbornly refuse the soup, yet the coldness biting at their bodies. Seeing everyone with cheerful smiles and flushed faces.
