An Ning heard her.
She had always been wary of Miao Xiaohua. Her expression remained one of anger, but her heart was in turmoil. 'No more rain?'
Having worked the fields for the past two days, An Ning knew just how important rain was this season.
Based on the current amount of sunlight, she estimated the fields would need rain again in about a week.
An Ning turned back and continued working, but she began to re-evaluate Miao Xiaohua's role.
Meanwhile, Miao Xiaohua was also lost in thought. She didn't know what the old An Ning was like, but the current An Ning made her uneasy.
She just had to test her.
"An Ning, do you know what a cell phone is?"
"Is it as tasty as a pheasant?"
An Ning's retort made Miao Xiaohua burst out laughing. It was a mocking laugh.
But she quickly spoke again.
"Imperial Court Jade Liquid Wine?"
An Ning's only reply was a look that said she was staring at an idiot.
