Gu Jiaojiao's smile felt frozen from greeting everyone on the way.
In the end, she resorted to just smiling and nodding without saying another word.
Fang Ziyin was surprised at first, then numb, and finally, sympathetic.
They finally reached the old woman's house, bought some tofu, dried tofu, and tofu skin for fifty cents, packed up their haul, and started heading back.
It was the same on the way back; plenty of people still greeted them.
And that wasn't all. Some people even brought out things they had grown themselves and offered them to Gu Jiaojiao, telling her to take them home to eat.
Gu Jiaojiao waved her hands in refusal, grabbed Fang Ziyin, and ran off.
Fang Ziyin couldn't help but ask, "Are you really an educated youth?"
'This is so strange. How could an educated youth be this popular?'
