"I don't know either." Yun Xiaoxiao couldn't say that the man had gone to the county town to inquire about her admission letter, could she?
Where could he have gone?
Into the mountains?
Or to the town?
Mrs. Zhao didn't feel comfortable asking about the admission letter either.
After all, Laosan had been admitted, but Laosan's Wife had still not received her admission letter; she feared that it might make her overthink.
"Forget about it; don't worry about him. You don't need to put so much saccharin in the mint water."
With so many people in the brigade, it wasn't possible to use white sugar.
So they had to use saccharin instead.
Several of the village's young lads went to deliver water.
Yun Xiaoxiao also added mint and some lemon juice to it, making it taste sweet and sour.
Whether she was steaming corn buns or two-grain dough, Xiaoxiao always added yeast to make them fluffy, so they wouldn't taste too dense.
"But if you don't put in that much, it won't be sweet."
