Jiang Xinyu sat across from the two people, holding a bun, half a spoonful of porridge, and a few pieces of pickled vegetables.
"Kong Mengjie, did you need to see me?"
"Xinyu, my dad came to see you the day before yesterday. He said he'll come again the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah, I know. You guys heard about it too; our factory is going to import cotton from Russia, and I get to go. I'm thinking of getting some grain back for the village."
"Xinyu, why didn't you tell me to go back to find my dad?" Kong Mengjie was not happy about this.
"Does it matter who goes? You said you weren't feeling well last Saturday, so I was worried you hadn't recovered yet, so I asked Wang Ailing to go. Is there a problem with that?"
Kong Mengjie thought of Huang Hongwei again after hearing Jiang Xinyu's words. He had been looking for her these past two days.
"Xinyu, I'm feeling better. It was just a stomach ache that day."
