A hundred thousand parcels, six people, to be exact, whoever was available would help out, and after an entire day of packing, the delivery station owners were all stiff and staggering as the van was crammed full and ready to depart.
It was Master Jiang who stopped them: "Don't go yet, don't go, come have a bowl of hot and spicy soup to warm up."
Workers were heading home one after another. With the cold weather and little to do on the mountain, Master Jiang, recently taking remote instructions from his wife, was tidying up the house, joyfully immersing himself in his tasks every day.
The ones picking vegetables at night were still there, just a few of them. He would stew a pot of steaming hot soup during the day, be it pork ribs, silver ear mushrooms, or whatever. When night came, he would go to sleep, letting Zhai Xiaofeng with nothing else to do come over for the night shift and do a bit of cleaning, while also frying some rice or boiling some noodles for everyone…
